Page 121 of Ice King

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The atmosphere was wild, people everywhere. Not only were there people lined up to get inside the highly coveted event, but hundreds if not thousands were lining the sidewalks and streets for a chance to get an autograph from a new favorite player.

“This is wild,” Samantha yelled over the melee.

“This is perfect,” Cole shot back as he strutted his way toward a group of girls.

I checked my phone, noticing Abbott had just stepped out of a limousine.

“What is it with all the posters?” my mother asked. I could hear the growl in her voice as she did.

While there were a huge percentage of supporters, there were an equal number of shifter haters as well.

As usual, the posters were creative.

Shifters Should Be Fed to the Wolves

What in the hell was that supposed to mean? That we eat our own?

No Beasts Allowed on the Ice

That one had a colorful creation of a werewolf with a big O around it with a dagger through the beast’s heart instead of a slash.

Beasts are For Barbecues.

That one made me cringe.

“These bastards drive me crazy,” Beck said as we were pushed by a group of women who squealed when they noticed us.

“Whoa,” Cole barked as the three of us were pawed. Like beasts.

“Get away from them!” Samantha took the bull by the horns, dragging us away.

Just like Georgia would do.

Damn it. I needed her here. With me. By my side.

I was sick inside, unable to enjoy a single moment. To think of all she’d done with having Coach Stryker talk to Abbott, bombarding the man with ideas about the contract. Negotiating as if I was some rock star. She was amazing.

Not only was she my mate, but I loved her with all my heart.

Although I couldn’t let that go to her head.

At least I could smile, although the gesture waned quickly.

Abbott pushed his way through the crowd toward us. Did he have two bodyguards with him? What the hell? Did he think he was some big celebrity? I had to remind myself he was our agent.

Thanks to Georgia.

I scanned the street, maybe hopeful I’d catch sight of her. How ridiculous.

“This way, guys,” Abbott told us.

While the others walked closer, I hung back, pulling my phone into my hand again. If only I’d told her how I really felt about her. This meant nothing to me without having her right by my side.

“What’s wrong?” Abbott asked.

I didn’t want to tell him anything, but he had put himself out there with the contracts. “Georgia. There’s something going on. She’s supposed to be here.”