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So did Isaiah. The neighbors who’d tried shooing her cat off by hissing or yelling at her often shortly afterward found “gifts” on their pillows, such as legless barely-alive spiders—something Quinley denied knowing anything about. But everyone knew her animal was to blame.
There was pallas cat mean, which basically involved trying to eat your face.
And there was black-foot mean, which typically meant circling back and sneaking into your house to either slit your throat or leave you icky stuff to freak you out.
Valentina’s eyes narrowed. “It does make me curious about whether or not—”
“No,” Isaiah cut in, sensing where this was going.
“What?” asked Valentina.
“You’re wondering if your wolverine would be able to catch her. No way are we conducting that experiment,” he stated firmly. “I like my mate alive and breathing.” Wolverines were fucking vicious, and they didn’t stop fighting until someone was dead.
Quinley let out a sound that was something between a snicker and a snort. “She’d never catch me.”
Isaiah glared at her. “You’re making this worse.”
“My wolverine is wonderful tracker,” Valentina warned.
Quinley smiled placidly. “Super. Also irrelevant. She’d never find my cat.”
James stirred. “I agree it would be dangerous, but I admit to being curious myself—”
“No,” Isaiah again interjected.
His mate looked up at him. “You have no faith in me?”
He pointed at her. “Don’t twist this.”
She only smiled again.
“Have you tried tracking her?” James asked him.
“Yes.” He’d done it last night when he’d returned home from work to find her phone and keys in the house, indicating she’d gone for a run in her cat form.
James lifted a brow. “And?”
Isaiah ground his teeth. “And I may have failed.”
Quinley snickered. “I warned you. You wouldn’t listen.”
She had warned him. More than once, actually. But he’d had faith in his abilities as a hunter to trace her location. It turned out he shouldn’t have.
Valentina hummed. “Camden, I believe, is very good tracker.”
Isaiah slashed a hand through the air. “We’re not testing this with his tiger either.” His inner feline was equally against her being hunted down that way.
Valentina’s shoulders dropped. “You are so boring.”
“I’m not boring, I’m protective. I’ve also met your wolverine many times. She’s a menace who gets caught up in a hunt and plans only death for whatever she catches. Am I wrong?”
“No, but—”
“He’s right,” James told his mate, “it would be too risky.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” Quinley piped up. “Because she’d fail.”
Isaiah growled. “Quinley, for fuck’s sake. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
