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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Dawn comes, and the hunters wake up. I watch them as they go about their business, showering and dressing before eating together. All signs of aggression and anger from yesterday are gone. Jai even jokes with them, and it’s clear they have a strong bond.
If I can break that, I might get a chance to protect my pack.
I will do anything to keep them safe, even destroy these three, and I would even enjoy it. Despite their kindness yesterday, we are still enemies, and if it came to it, I would rip them to pieces to keep the people who gave me a home safe.
I am a wolf and they are hunters, so there is only one way this will end—with death.
It will not be me.
After they eat, they clean up, and their attention turns to me.
“Are you ready to talk now, wolf?” Vale asks as Jai heads over to the table and hums as he picks out his torture equipment for the day. I watch as he selects a large, three-pronged knife, which he dips into a mixture.
I sniff. Wolfsbane and . . . pixie cum?
That creates a hallucinatory effect and enhances pain.
How lovely.
“Wait, who drained the pixie’s cock?” I ask.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Vale sighs as if he’s disappointed, and Jai heads my way.
Just as they are about to start, Vale’s phone rings.
The sharp sound splits the air. Vale frowns and plucks his phone from his pocket, lifting it to his ear and wandering far enough away so I cannot hear what’s happening on the other side.
Asshole.
When he comes back, his face is shut down and cold as he glares at me then swings his gaze to Jai and Lucien.
“We need to go. There was an attack. They need backup,” Vale snaps.
“Who stays?” Jai snarls.
“Not you.” Vale sighs before looking at Lucien. “Luc, you stay.”
“He can’t be trusted with her,” Jai argues.
“He’ll stay. Come on, I’m sure you can get your bloodlust out.” They storm outside, and I watch them go, praying whoever or whatever they are hunting isn’t my pack.
An attack, they said. Please, moons, don’t let it be my people.
Lucien sighs and sits heavily, propping his elbows on his knees as he watches them go. “It wasn’t wolves or they would have said that.” I whirl around to face him. “So don’t worry. There have been some weird attacks on humans recently. Something dead is eating them. It’s probably that.”
“Why tell me?” I ask.
“Because I’d want to know if it was my family as well, and we don’t break our word.”
Pursing my lips, I sit and watch him. With nothing else to do, I find myself talking to him. “Something dead? A vamp?”
“No, it wasn’t drained. Parts of it were eaten.”
“So a ghoul,” I murmur. “They cut it away and eat it, usually cooked. Zombie? But the voodoo queen is down south for the summer, and I don’t know anyone else who raises them around here.”
“We thought zombie,” he replies. “Why wouldn’t it be zombies? Can anyone raise them?”
