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Corbin
“Where are we with the run we’ve got coming up?” I demand, looking around the table at each of my brothers.
Most would say we’re an odd combination. I would agree, but no matter what blood we all share, we’re brothers. We’re all different breeds of shifters. However, we all share one thing in common. We’re predators, one with our other halves sharing one body.
Some of my brothers are wolves like me. Others are coyotes, lions, tigers, leopards, and panthers. Even a couple of them are crossbreeds.
For me, I’m a wolf, one of the deadliest around. It’s thanks to the Alpha blood running through my veins. It courses through me as if it were first nature rather than second. I don’t take shit from anyone. Not human, shifter, or any other creature out there.
“We’ve got everything under control, Prez,” Abel, my Sergeant at Arms and third in command, states, nodding and lifting his chin to Dane, my Road Captain. “Dane and I have worked out all the details for this run. Nothing should go wrong.”
“That is, long as we don’t have any more spottings of those blood witches we’ve seen in the area.” Dane grunts, eyes flaring and lip curling in anger.
He’s not one for the witches. His mother was killed by a blood witch, leaving him down to one parent, Daniel. He’d been my dad’s Road Captain until he stepped down. When my dad handed over the gavel a few years ago, all those who held an officer patch stepped down with him, leaving it in the hands of those now sitting around this table.
That doesn’t mean those men aren’t around all the time. They’re not that old, not at five hundred. We’re not immortal, but we don’t live short lives. A thousand years is a pretty damn long life as long as a shifter doesn’t get themselves killed before then.
“Speaking of witches, last night, while out running, I smelled one,” Tucker announces. “Don’t think it was a blood witch, didn’t have the same foul scent. It was different, almost blended in with the earth itself.”
“Did you find where it came from?” I ask, rolling my head side to side, my neck popping.
“No, went searching for it, but didn’t find it. Even went into Cyrus’s part of town looking for it. Nothing.”
At the mention of Cyrus’s name, my nostrils flare. He’s my brother. We’re a year apart in age and also rivals. He grew up in this club and turned his back on us all to go start a club of his own. The Iron Howlers MC. They’re not like us. They have different beliefs and views on how to do things. I wouldn’t have a problem with it if Cyrus didn’t think his shit didn’t stink or that this club wasn’t beneath him.
For fuck’s sake, it’s our heritage. One that Big Daddy started for us. He intended for us to run this club together, but we deal in things he doesn’t want anything to do with. That’s fine with me. I don’t need his ass around here. In fact, the only time I have to tolerate his ass is when we’re all at our dad’s for cookouts and family dinners. Big Daddy may have stepped down as President of the Spiked Raiders MC, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put his foot down in demanding his family’s attendance. I get why he does this. He’s not choosing sides, which is fine, I wouldn’t ask him to.
He does this shit not to try and keep Cyrus and me somewhat tolerant of each other, but rather for our daughters, Sage and Jazmine. They are just little girls who don’t need to be affected by the rivalry between my brother and myself. Sage is seven and Jazmine is six. The two girls are the light of Big Daddy’s life now. During the week, they both end up getting off the bus at his house after school. With the town being as small as it is, it only has three schools. All on the same grounds. Those who live in the city district and county district all go to the same school. This works out great for me since Sage can go to her granddad’s after school, and I get her from there.
Granted, sometimes she’ll get off the bus here at the clubhouse and hang with me when she wants to while I’m doing shit, though most of the time, she goes to Big Daddy’s.
When it comes to Sage, she’s the best part of me. I fucked up seven years and nine months ago by fucking her biological mother. She was one of the doxies that we keep around the clubhouse. Doxies are what we call the club girls around here. Sage’s mom, Hummer, fuck, I didn’t even know the bitch’s real name until it came time to put a name on the birth certificate. She wanted to trap me, and when that didn’t work, she signed over all rights to my little girl before disappearing. Since the day she pushed Sage out, I haven’t seen her since, and she best not ever come back around here. I’d probably try and kill her if she attempted it.
However, my Sage, she looks nothing like Hummer, nor does she act like the bitch. No, she’s pure innocence and light. The guys around here look at her as the little princess she is.
“Did any of Cyrus’s men see you?” I find myself asking.
“No, I didn’t sense any of them around,” Tucker remarks.
Weird.
“Let’s see if we can’t find where that scent was coming from. If there’s a witch in these parts, I want them gone,” I declare, banging my fist on the table before flexing my fingers.
With all the problems we’ve had in the past, I don’t need to deal with blood witches or any other that could be out there. Lately, blood witches have been popping up in our area, and we’ve either killed them or sent them running. I know there are different types of witches out there, but in my opinion, they’re all the same. I don’t give a fuck what they deal in. A witch is a fucking witch and needs to be put down if they dare fuck with me and mine.
“Did you check by the river?” Justice, my VP, asks, looking toward Tucker. He’s a coyote and is one cunning bastard. He’s got no problem killing in a blink of an eye, but he’s also a man who takes no shit, which makes him the perfect second in command. In this club, it doesn’t matter what type of shifter you are, we’re all family.
“Yeah, VP, checked all up and down the river.” Tucker nods, his jaw ticking. “I checked every damn place I could think.”
“I’m willing to bet the witch has a shield hiding her.” Dane grunts. “Dad told me about one that could hide herself, other witches, and creatures. Something about earth witches, I think he said.”
“Then we need to find a way to get this bitch out of here sooner rather than later, I don’t like that shit, and I’m not putting up with it. Fuck that,” I growl. I keep the trouble out of this county . . . out of the town. The bullshit doesn’t come near those I protect, and everyone knows it. I might be a cold-hearted bastard most of the time, but that’s because I don’t take shit and have no problem getting bloody. I thrive for the taste of blood in my mouth. Enemy blood is on my hands, on my wolf’s snout . . . yeah, I thirst for it.
The very thought of enemy blood has my wolf ready to be let out. He’s a beast and bigger than even my dad’s wolf. Solid black with a small patch of white on the chest, according to Big Daddy.My coloring works in keeping me blended with the night.
“Dane, why don’t you talk to Daniel and see if there’s a way around this possible shield,” Justice states.
“And while you do that, I think I might go and check out the areas for myself,” I add in.
