I follow my nose and find his shirt, jacket, and shoes, piled haphazardly on the beach only a few feet away. He wasn’t wearing those when he pulled me from the water, which means he stripped them off before diving in.
“You got this, V?” the blue-eyed one asks, his attire of jeans and a bare chest similar to what I grew up seeing in the village.
“Yeah, I got this, T.” That addictive purr underlines his words, making me shiver again.
The one calledTnods, causing his blond hair to fall into his face. He pushes it back with an errant hand before looking at Caius. “Let’s go break some hearts.”
“And maybe some jaws,” Caius says.
V glances at me, his expression suddenly tired. “Yeah, I think that’s a given.”
5
TIERAN
The female’s scent slithers around me, perfuming the air and filling my lungs with each breath.
There’s something intoxicatingly sweet about it.
Something I want totaste.
“She tried to kill Jack,” Caius says conversationally as we walk in the general direction of the main docks. It’s the location where the guards should have taken the girl. But instead they went to the opposite side of the island where they couldn’t anchor their boat.
Cowards, I think. “They were going to throw her cage in the water and let her drown. I think her assassination attempt is warranted.”
“He was technically helping her by letting her out of the cage and removing the muzzle.”
“Because he wanted to fuck her,” I return.
Caius’s silvery eyes gleam knowingly as he looks at me. “And you don’t?”
I grunt. “Entirely not the point. I didn’t try to drown her.”
“Fair,” he replies. “Well, it’s a good thing you anticipated their usual fuckery. She would have drowned if Volt hadn’t pulled her out.”
I grunt again, this time in agreement. Volt and I were disembarking the yacht when we saw the speed boat heading in the wrong direction around the island. The idiot guards didn’t even see us, too caught up in their own fuckery to notice.
Or maybe they just didn’t care.
Carnage Island is seen from the outside as an overgrown dystopian nightmare.
It’s the front we provide to scare them off.
And it works.
But in this case, it almost cost an innocent wolf her life.
“I fucking hate the archaic methods some of these packs follow,” I mutter. “She couldn’t swim because no one has taught her how to be a goddamn wolf.”
It infuriates me.
Black Mountain Pack is all about embracing our animal at a young age. Sure, we have our hierarchical nuances with Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics, but we never suppress our wolves. It’s forbidden to even try.
“She would have died,” I continue, my fists clenching with the urge to hit something.
“Do you think she can swim in human form?” he asks.
I shrug. “With the Nantahala Pack in charge of her upbringing? Who the fuck even knows. I’ll be surprised if she can even read.”
