Page 44 of Wolf Unseen

“Ladies. Everything okay?” I spun on my heels to see the haughty male instructed to show me to my room on the night I arrived, who then dumped me two minutes later.

“Oh hey, Tate.” Kasia appeared to be the spokesperson for the females, which made sense given her powerful beast. “No, everything’s not fucking okay,” she hissed with a low growl as the guy’s name registered. Tate Montes. The Montes pack heir and one of the names on my list. Had he organized the party tonight? “A honey badger shifter tried to rape my friend. It’s only thanks to this guy,” she said, pointing at me, “that Haley got away.”

An enraged snarl from Tate caused everyone in the vicinity to lower their eyes in submission. Everyone but me. My wolf was immune to the alpha’s dominance. Just like she had been when the alpha wolf in the canteen forced everyone to submit.

Tate stared at me, his jaw ticking while I held his gaze. My wolf howled and whined, desperate to push me into the stupid, arrogant, way-too-hot-for-his-own-good wolf’s arms.

I ignored her demands because I wasn’t deranged. I also had self-esteem and refused to make a complete tit of myself by declaring an interest in an alpha wolf.

“What was this honey badger shifter’s name?” Tate demanded, breaking our staring contest. The females all shuddered under the power of his dominance while I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t you know the names of all the shifters here?” I inquired. “Seeing as this is your party.”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “Everyone’s welcome; we don’t send fucking invitations.”

“Not what I heard. Many of the lesser shifters don’t feel safe enough to attend.” My lip curled in derision at the memory of the honey badger shifter’s disgusting commentary before I lamped him with a branch. “And given what happened to poor Haley, I don’t blame them.”

“That’s not my fault,” Tate snapped, pissed I was questioning his authority. Only I had every right to question it. If he really was top dog around here, the buck stopped with him. “I can’t monitor every shifter who comes to our full moon parties!”

“No, but you can have your pack members on guard in the forest to prevent rapists like him—” I pointed to the honey badger shifter who’d just staggered out of the trees with a mutinous scowl on his face “—attacking vulnerable females.”

The alpha wolf stiffened as my accusation hit home. A strong alpha always protected the weakest members of his pack. The feline females weren’t members of the Montes pack, but that shouldn’t matter. It was up to Tate to make sure they stayed safe on his watch.

“He’s right, bro,” Tobias agreed, having heard everything. Only Tate wasn’t paying attention anymore. His gaze had shifted to the unfortunate honey badger shifter who was busy trash-talking females that needed to learn their place and a certain hybrid wolf who was, in his words, about to get the shit kicked out of them.

Before I could defend myself from such bullshit, Tate had shifted from a man into a midnight black wolf, shredding his shorts in the process. Goddess, Tate’s wolf was massive. The sort of beast that would make lesser wolves piss themselves and roll belly up in submission.

Tate’s wolf uttered a spine-chilling growl and leaped across the clearing toward the honey badger shifter.

The hapless idiot froze in shock at the sight of an enraged wolf heading his way, before he shifted into a much smaller beast.

Unfortunately, the honey badger, while super aggressive, was no match for a powerful wolf. Their fight was over in seconds.

I watched with a grimace as the wolf tore the honey badger’s throat out. The smaller shifter’s friends stood frozen in terror.

Tate’s wolf roared its displeasure and then pissed on the steaming corpse before shifting back into the man.

A tall, mouth-wateringly gorgeous, and very well-hung man. Not that I was looking. Nope. Nothing to see here, folks.

Kasia caught me staring at Tate’s dick and smirked. Yeah, I was not subtle in my admiration for Tate’s impressive dick. It deserved its own fan account on Magigram.

In the time it took for the honey badger shifter to choke out his last breath, someone had turned the music off. The Montes alpha now had a captive audience.

Everyone watched the charismatic wolf shifter with expressions ranging from fear and shock to unbridled lust.

“Let that be a lesson to anyone that thinks they can get away with assaulting females on a full moon,” he roared, his gaze lingering on several males standing near the treeline with their heads hung low.

I recognized one of them as the wolf shifter with the mousy hair from Miss Raven’s class. He was another idiot who’d struggled with the concept of consent. It made me smirk to see him trembling like a leaf in a gale.

“If you come to our parties, you are bound by the laws of my pack. Are we clear?” Tate’s voice boomed around the clearing. The males all nodded and mumbled in agreement, not wanting to end up dead like the honey badger.

I wondered how the alpha heir would deal with the body. Surely even a powerful pack like the Montes pack couldn’t get away with murder? Or maybe they could.

It made me wonder what else Tate Montes had gotten away with lately.

Everyone watched in silence as the alpha wolf’s massive friend dragged the honey badger shifter’s body away. A few minutes later, the music started up again and conversation resumed, albeit more muted.

“Wow, he wasn’t messing around,” Bree whispered. “Although, not gonna lie, it was kinda hot. Am I right, pussies?”