Page 55 of Court of Beasts


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“Outsiders, a big amount of them, where are they?” He might not know they are wolves, but he knows something. His eyes slide away, confirming just that, and I shake him before slamming my fist into his face.

“I’d tell. I can be reasoned with, but he cannot,” Vale cajoles, playing the good guy.

The man shoots me a glare over his shoulder. “I suggest you leave.”

“Motherfucker.” I start pulling my fist back again, but sirens cut through the air, and we glance through the dusty windows to see the police pulling up outside. Someone must have called them.

Fuck. We don’t even have time to get away, but I release the man and step back. “This isn’t over. We know you know.”

“Alright, gents, hands behind your backs. We’ll get this sorted at the station.” Luckily, they are chill cops, since it’s such a small town, but when they see the moustached man bleeding, they get rough with us, grumbling the entire time about outsiders.

My eyes narrow as the police handcuff us. The hunters will have us out soon, since we have dedicated lawyers, but we’ll lose precious time, which we could use to find Jai—not to mention the questions HQ will ask.

We don’t have fucking time for this.

As we are dragged outside, I see the moustached man making a call.

No doubt he’s warning the wolves.

JAI

I watch Quinn. She must have been exhausted to fall asleep here. Her head rests on the hard bars. I should wake her or move away, but I can’t seem to stop staring. She’s beautiful. I never really cared or noticed before. Hunting is all my life has been, but as I stare, something stirs within me.

Her lashes are long, and her hair falls in loose, messy waves, long and thick. Her face is heart-shaped and adorable, just sharp enough to give her a slightly menacing look. She’s tall with muscles and feminine curves.

She is beautiful, yes, but why can’t I look away?

She’s the enemy, but more than that, I never cared about women or men before. Hunting is all I know. So why now? Why this wolf? Why does something inside me soften and throb?

She sighs, rubbing her head with an adorable frown, no doubt trying to find a comfy spot against the bars.

Swallowing, I slide my hand between her head and the bars as she sleeps.

The animal inside me seems to purr at her presence, and her sweet scent wraps around me like a warm blanket. Is this the wolf? Is it because we are the same now?

Even in my denial, I know I’m wrong. I saw her before.

I fucking saw her, and I hated her for it.

Why can’t I seem to now?

When she jerks up at a bang, I yank my hand back. She glances at me, blinking before climbing to her feet and moving away as a huge man enters. He’s older and massive, carrying an aura of power about him. He glares at me, but when his eyes rove over her, they fill with love and worry.

Boyfriend?

For a moment, something like envy fills me, though I don’t know why, and the wolf trapped in my skin wants to lunge.

“You have been gone for a while.”

I get to my feet, glaring at the man, but she doesn’t even spare me a look as she goes to him. My wolf claws at me, making me grunt, and I narrow my gaze on him.

“I apologise.” She ducks her head slightly, showing respect as his eyes go to me. “Let’s go talk?—”

“So this is the hunter.” He steps past her, not stopping until he’s before the bars.

Just a little closer and I could rip his throat out—or his eyes for looking at her.

“Alpha,” she says, heading my way, but he ignores her, gripping the bars hard.

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