I didn’t either.
“Easy there,” Bones said, taking slow and steady movements. “You just shifted. We don’t know what’s going to happen. Any normal young-shifter will last ten minutes and need to shift back. We got to think about this.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
My wolf snapped her fangs, her teeth bared, until we lunged to the door. Bones fell away, landing on his ass. The force from our body was so strong we pushed the door off the hinges and pounced into the bar full of people.
The members, mixed in with the humans, all stood from their seats in astonishment.
I didn’t care about the ramifications of humans seeing me; I didn’t care that they could be put in danger, because right now, the members trying to defend the helpless were in their own damn mess. Without them, this haven would no longer be safe.
Instead of charging the room, knocking over tables and the adoptive family, we took one agile jump to the bar. Our sleek body, trotting down the wooden runway, knocking over a few pints of beer along the way, until we reached the door.
Bear, with his mouth agape, opened the door, letting the cold blast in.
And once we reached the outside, with the crowd behind us, we let out a thunderous howl that would let everyone know someone would die tonight.
Chapter Forty Four
Grim
Myfurbristled.
“He knows where our mate is,” Leif snarled.“He knows where we live. Idris must die.”
Our club, the bar, the church. It was our refuge. The only stronghold that protected us from the humans. Where we could be ourselves. He knows exactly where we are, it was all planned from the very beginning.
“You honestly think I left one little slave behind? You really think I would have left a loose end so carelessly?” He shook his head, a deep chuckle echoing in his chest.
Idris scoffed, twirling his finger inside the amber liquid in his glass. He tinked the glass with a lengthy, black nail and dripped the excess into his lips. “You wound me.”
“How did you find out about the club?” Locke stepped forward.
With each step he took, I took one alongside him. He was our leader, he was our stand-in alpha. Without him, the club would fall. He was so powerful in his past life, behind the veil that separated Earth and our realm, he was the only one able to create order.
It was my duty to protect him.
My steps matched his as we drew closer, Idris laughing along with the men in the background.
They were all closing in, our earpieces only rendering static. There was no contact with the club. We didn’t know if the security cameras still worked. We couldn’t contact Beretta for back up. We were going in blind. As much as we thought we were prepared, losing contact with the outside would maim us. And Idris knew that.
“Your little pathetic rescues have become quite the talk in our world. The smaller human rings you’ve eradicated, and I thank you for that.” He nodded. “You’ve made me a monopoly. But as I watched your pathetic little band of rogues from the shadows, I realized you were getting out of hand. I have men everywhere, don’t you know? Humans, fae, vampires, shifters, there are a lot of rogues out there, but none like your little, club,” he spat.
“I quickly realized I would need to dispose of all of you, or you would be a thorn in my side. So, I implanted a little device into your little pet human that not only kept her womb empty but also relayed your location. I knew her every move, every place she’s been. It’s really amazing what technology can accomplish. We all know how tender little human lives are.”
I snarled, Leif ruffling inside me. He wanted blood on his teeth, to sink his claws into his abdomen. We wanted to take his life, but most of all, he needed to make him suffer. Idris should have died years ago. His mate committed suicide, so why is he still here? He’d grown insane.
He’d somehow broken all the laws of a mateless life—a curiosity that would need to be solved in all due time.
“It’s a shame I wasn’t able to partake in her flesh. I heard her cunt was tight compared to a supernatural being.” He giggled. “Maybe I will still get my share when my men rip your home to pieces to bring her here.”
Our den, our nest, our mate was in danger.
And then we shifted. Leif could no longer contain his rage as he ripped the clothes off our body. They laid in shreds on the floor, the knives fell along with them. Now, we stood in our animalistic form in front of the magical barrier that separated us from our target.
“Remove the barrier and fight like a fae,” Locke ordered. “It only shows your cowardice that you can’t face a wolf that you look down upon.”
Fae hated shifters, almost as much as humans. They wanted the power to control, to hold the high table of the Royal Council and decide the fate of them all. They wanted anyone that was not of their race to serve them indefinitely. Fortunately, the Royal Council, composed of representatives from all supernatural races, saw to it this wouldn’t happen. No species had more power than the others.
