The newcomer had his black hair shaved completely, showing off his smooth brown skin and chiseled face. Like Rhone, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he also wasn’t wearing shoes.
That really had to be a wolf thing.
The new guy let go of Maverick long enough to slam the cell’s door shut. He typed something into the keypad before rejoining Rhone, who was now wrestling an oversized copper wolf toward the door.
Rhone and the new guy were both bleeding in various places, and sporting patches of fur in even more. Maverick didn’t look injured, but he was in his wolf form and covered in fur, so that didn’t mean much.
The copper wolf that had to be Maverick snarled at the men, snapping his teeth but missing Rhone’s thick forearm.
It almost seemed like the men had done this before.
I watched in open-mouthed shock as Rhone and the new guy exchanged a look and lowered their shoulders. Their bodies swelled larger at the same time, and a dusting of fur broke out on both of their visible skin as they shifted partway.
Then rammed the giant copper wolf.
All three of them stumbled through the doorway, disappearing from my sight completely, and the door shut hard behind them.
Yet again, what the fuck was going on?
CHAPTER FIVE
bloom
At least tenminutes went by before the Alpha and Beta came back. Maybe twenty. The other guy wasn’t with them.
My fangs had finally retracted, and both of my neck wounds had already stopped bleeding, so Rhone’s blood had been effective.
I wasn’t actively dying anymore.
That was nice.
Why had Maverick bitten me, though? There was obviously more to it than just teeth in skin. The other guys hadn’t tried to bite me at all, so it couldn’t just be a general werewolf thing. And Maverick had done ittwice.
I’d like to know, but finding the reason wasn’t anywhere near the top of my priority list. Mostly because the wolves could still be planning to kill me.
My hands were crusted with my blood, and my arms were folded over my growling stomach. I was in desperate need of a shower, but that was even lower on the priority list than the bite thing.
Survival was at the top.
Followed by food, now that I’d had enough blood to get by.
One sip of milk with sugar and a little coffee in it wasn’t enough of a breakfast before a person nearly bled out in a werewolf’s cage. Vampires needed food the way humans did, on top of the blood we couldn’t survive without.
Rhone had his arm over Maverick’s shoulders when they walked back in, but nothing about the contact was romantic or casual. It almost looked like the Beta was holding the Alpha down.
Maverick wasn’t fighting to get free, despite the obvious tension in his entire body.
Neither of them were bleeding anymore. Werewolves must’ve healed pretty quickly.
“Have you decided whether you’re going to kill me?” I asked, putting my palms on the tile and leaning back as if I was relaxed.
I wasn’t.
Obviously.
The dried blood all over me wasn’t helping, either. I shouldn’t have cared, but I was a little self-conscious about it anyway. I’d been trained to hide what I was for my whole life.
Maverick barely stifled a growl. “No one is killing anyone right now.”
