“You are a damn moron!” Rebecca exploded.
If he weren’t so worried about his sister calling the most dangerous vampire on the planet a moron, he would have enjoyed the stunned look on Gabriel’s face.
“I tried to tell him,” Ashby chimed in, standing next to his mate.
“Of course we would help. Gabriel, whether you like it or not, you are family,” Ma said.
“The vampires gave us blood when we needed it!” A woman yelled from the sidewalk in front of the diner.
“They saved my son!”
“And my wife!”
Rebecca turned to the crowd.
“Christmas blood drive! Use the emergency phone tree, let’s get people down here!” Rebecca bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. Immediately, people were reaching for cell phones.
“I may be feeling better, but it may not be such a good idea to have me around a town of shifters donating blood. I’m just sayin’.” Rhys smiled tiredly from the ground.
“We’ll get him home.” Roman stepped forward and pulled Rhys up, before embracing the man. “It wouldn’t have beenChristmas without hearing you sing.” Roman smiled at his friend.
“Felix, let’s head to the clinic and start setting up,” Doc said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Right!”
“I can help,” Baptista said, stepping forward.
“This isn’t right! The council ruled that he be executed,” Salsiby contested.
“Will someone please drag him out of here?” Rebecca asked.
“Alpha Mother, if you would allow me?” Baron grinned.
“Are you staying for the party tomorrow?” Rebecca asked.
Baron shook his head as he grabbed Salsiby by the back of the collar. “No, I’m hosting the boy’s Christmas poker tournament this year. But, thanks for the invitation.” He smiled and spoke politely as the small man thrashed around, not even making the large Sentinel budge.
“Don’t just stand there, help me!” the oily lawyer yelled at the wolves.
Baron swung his head around and simply stared at them.
“Our job is done,” one said and all three hurriedly made their way out of town.
“You actually brought some smart ones with you this time,” Connor teased.
“You won’t get away with this. Baron, I’ll be speaking with your Commander!” Salsiby swung his arms in an attempt to strike Baron.
Holding the man at arm’s length, Baron watched the lawyer in disgust. Without changing his expression he threw the man forcibly on the ground.
Connor heard a bone snap.
“I’m sorry, did you trip? Here, let me help you up.” Baron jerked him back up by the hair. He turned to Connor.
“Well, let me head out. Merry Christmas, everyone.”
“Bye, Baron, and thanks for taking the trash out.” Connor laughed.
“Anytime.” Baron waved and dragged the lawyer out of town by the hair.
