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When we move from the car to the building, the five of them surround me in a solid wall that’s even more intimidating while they’re rocking what’s left of last night’s rumpled, blood-spattered suits.
Jackets missing, ties lost, and way too many buttons undone on those dress shirts.
Hunter tugs me just before we hit the doors. He rubs my hand with a thick thumb, and everything but him disappears. “I want you to report Noelle, but I also want you to know this doesn't end in court. Blood for blood. She can’t touch you and walk.”
I thought Hunter was the softie, but there’s so much dark conviction in his promise, I want to roll over and let him take care of everything.
Possibly forever.
But then Finn presses behind me, dropping an equally dark whisper into my ticklish ear. “Say the word, Starfighter. I’ll turn those bitches into people leather.”
A shudder rolls down to my toes, but I hide it with a swat. “We’re at the police station.”
Hunter, Atlas, and Orion give co-signing shrugs.
Jett nods. “Leather-bound book.”
“Bro.” Finn fist-bumps him, beaming.
When the hell did they become best murder buddies?
“Let’s get you inside.” Hunter steers my shoulders, and I let him lead.
Not sure my brain is working anymore.
Atlas steps up when we approach the desk in the center of the big entrance foyer. The other guys circle, shielding me from passing looks.
“Mister Wyvern!” A middle-aged alpha flies out, bypassing the secretary so he can be the first to shake Atlas’s hand. “How can I help you?”
“Chief.” Atlas returns the shake. “My… Lilah’s here to make a report.”
“Anything you need. Come straight to my office.”
Who knew you could be a VIP with the police?
The chief, a detective, and a social worker all crowd into the guy’s corner office suite with Wyvern Pack, ready to solemnly listen to my statement.
If I’d come alone, I’d probably still be standing at the front desk trying to explain my story to another authority figure who won’t listen to the truth.
With Wyvern Pack’s blessing, I’m automatically legit. I’ll take it, but I ink the moment onto my things-to-change-about-the-world list.
Everyone who’s been hurt deserves to be believed.
“Can you tell us what happened?” The detective asks, notepad ready.
He’s going to need the whole pad for this story.
I spill.
Last night’s drugging. The beatings. The bullying. Two sisters’ crimes over years and years.
The Wyverns make angry bee hive rumbles and choked growls. Atlas snaps the handle off his coffee mug, and whatever Finn’s muttering has the social worker turning green.
Jett’s reaction surprises me the most.
He scratches his arm until it bleeds.
When the police step out to discuss my case, leaving the tension thick as the Wyverns plot revenge murders I’ll happily watch them commit, I steal the gray silk tie poking out of Jett’s pocket.
