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Super-friendly, this lot.
“So, you’re setting up a mechanic shop?” I ask, slowly.
“Yeah. A few of our younger males showed interest in the local college, so they’ll be signing up for that.”
Hmm, not much about the females.
“I see.”
“I heard you’ve already met Austin, our Alpha. I’m Jason, his second in command. That’s Ray and Seth, and this here is Lexion. We call him Lexi for short.”
“Fuck off, Jason,” the burly shifter growled.
“Language, Lexi,” Austin orders sharply, and I blink.
Was that for my benefit?
“Well, it’s really nice to meet you all.” I smile, not really trusting their friendly nature. I know I’m biased, which is wrong, but I have to protect myself.
“I have to get back to work now, but the next round of drinks is on me.” I curve my lips at them.Better to part on nicer terms.
They don’t stop me, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, they stay away from me.
However,as much as I want to not think about Austin, I can’t get him out of my head.
It’s the early hours of the morning after I’m done cleaning up. I grab my bag and change into street clothes before picking up the trash bags. I exit through the alley door and lock it before making my way to the large trash bins.
I toss in the trash bags and begin to close the lid of the trash bin.
I hear the sound first before I look up, only to feel something thin pierce my neck.Almost like a small needle.
My hand instantly goes to my neck, and I feel something thin sticking out of my neck.
“Crap…what…”
I yank the thin dart out and instantly feel a wave of nausea.
I grab the edge of the trash bin and look towards the entrance of the alley. I can make out a few figures approaching me. It takes me a moment for my vision to clear, and I recognize the panther shifters from a few days ago.
“Cowards,” I spit out. “Can’t even take on one woman without trying to drug her.”
But it seems that these idiots don’t know what I am.
If I was a warlock alone, the drug the dart contained would have left me in a drooling, mindless state. But my wolf side, weak as it is, is struggling to burn through the drug, giving me enough awareness to know that I’m in danger right now.
It’s days like these when I find myself grateful for the Lycan blood flowing through my system. I can feel it fighting off the effects of the drug that can be fatal to most warlocks.
But the panther shifters aren’t waiting around, and I see deadly intent in their eyes as they approach me. I don’t have to speak to summon my powers and I touch the ground, making them all jump in pain at the jolt of electricity striking them.
But it’s weaker than normal.
One of them darts over the trash bins, lined against the wall, and runs towards me. I try to avoid him, but his hand has already shifted into those deadly claws and he slashes at me. I hiss in pain as his claws score against my neck and chest, tearing cloth and puncturing my skin.
“Don’t kill the bitch yet!” one of them hoots in laughter. “I want to make her crawl!”
Others snicker as I stumble back. I glare at them through the strands of my hair, trying to breathe past the pain.
