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So many times before, that would have been the only invitation he would have needed. To have her lips wrap around him while another wolf pumped her from behind. She was top shelf Titan property.
Her curvy body over him or another had never failed to entice him. Until now.
Turning away with a soft growl, his eyes moving over the crowd.
“Where the fuck is Livingstone?”
Leaning against the bar, he gave Mammoth a nod. As the large man poured him a glass of bourbon.
“He is on his way” Valentine lifted the glass that Mammoth pushed in front of him. Finishing it with just one swig before pointing to the glass doors that led out the back.
Livingstone, a well-dressed man carrying a large knapsack, would be the last person you would suspect of being a werewolf. Stepping into the clubroom, his hunch nervous as he made his way to them.
A member of the Titans only because Draven had chosen him. The doc refused to wear leathers. Sticking to jeans, t-shirt and his club jacket. The man wouldn’t have lasted long among them if it wasn’t for his uncanny ability to work with the Lycan ability to heal. His wolf was as strong as most in the pack. But the man himself had a lack of ambition. He needed the will to be more than what he once was.
The man’s body language was one of pure submission as Livingstone approached with eyes cast downward.
“Doc,” Hyde acknowledged the wolf standing before him. Raising his eyes, Livingstone nodded.
“Where is he?”
He pointed to a nearby table where the enforcers had placed the wolf. The old blanket from the van stained with fresh blood. Hyde downed the bourbon before moving over to look down at the wolf.
Lifting his head, the blind wolf let out a mournful whine. Leaning down, Hyde pressed his head against the younger wolf. Sharing his own scent even as he breathed in the smell of death that lingered over the young wolf. He pressed his face down the length of the wolf’s muzzle, feeling its warm breath on his skin as the wolf’s head came to rest on his shoulder. Hyde held him as his own wolf rose to the surface.
He was Alpha, and this was pack. Death was unacceptable.
Opening his eyes, he held the wolf still as the doctor ran his hands over the fur. His fingers finding every wound.
“He needs to be human again. His bones are healing in the wrong position.” Livingstone made a soothing sound as the wolf jerked in pain at his fingers, probing a stomach wound
“The King used a silver blade.” Looking up to meet Hyde’s gaze, the doctor shook his head, his expression worried. “I need to operate and I’m not a vet.”
Hyde nodded and buried his hands in Ryder’s fur. This wolf was his. Ryder was young and had joined the pack in the last year. A casualty of a brawl that got out of hand in a local pub. He had found them before the next full moon.
Power coiling through him, Hyde reached for his wolfs energy. Pulling in the essence that had become his second nature. The fire of his demon energy rising to merge through the pure spirit of the wolf. fueling him as he sunk his hands into the thick fur of the pup in front of him.
His voice was low, growling into Ryder’s ear.
“Rest now” the command was full as Hyde willpower enveloped over the wolf. Whining Ryder didn’t resist. As Hyde forced the wolf back, metaphorically one step at a time. Bones and fur moving under his hand as Ryder’s body struggled against the order. The wolf resisting to let go. To let the weaker form reveal itself.
“Rest” pulling on the extra power of the pack, Hyde breathed calm and security across the wolf’s senses. Giving a howl of pain. Ryder stretched, the fur receding back into the smooth skin of a shuddering man. Who immediately started to shake with shock.
“Get him upstairs,” the doctor ordered two enforces nearby. Not waiting for Hyde’s permission, they lifted Ryder to his feet.
Standing up, Hyde cracked his neck. His eyes red and full of his wolf, he watched them carry the young man upstairs for his surgery.
“Do we know why he helped the bookkeeper?”
Valentine shook his head. “Draven, never let us get close enough to him.”
“Find out. I want to know what was worth almost dying for.”
“Sure thing,”
Hyde waved at one of the bottles on the shelf behind the bar. He needed more than one good drink.
“Its good that you’re back. There are a few things we need to go over.”
