snarl, he shows his fangs in a partial shift, grizzly hair popping out of his skin. Idiot is about to shift in front of a shit ton of humans.
Before he can get to me, I smoothly sidestep him, putting myself on the other side of Drag to separate us. “Uh uh uh,” I taunt as he screeches to a halt and spins to face me again. His chest is heaving, and his bloody nose has left red streaks all over his face. “Let’s not break any laws and scare the humans,” I murmur.
“Fuck you, bitch!” he hisses before sending a glob of blood and spit at my feet.
I let out a sigh. “These are my favorite boots, and I’m trying to keep them clean,” I tell him with irritation.
He sneers. “I’m going to make you regret today.”
I snort. “Sure you are, Skid Mark. How about you go ahead and forget about me, and we can all go our separate ways?”
He doesn’t take me up on my generous offer. Instead, he charges, but I’m thrilled, because it means I can hit him again.
Using Drag’s shoulders where he’s still sitting on the ground, I hunch and turn my body, my back spinning against his, landing on the other side of him where I take Jordy off guard from my sudden change in position by landing right in front of him.
I grin. “Should’ve taken door number one, jack hole.”
Before he can react, I cock my fist back and then nail him in the head. He’s out cold before his body even crumples to the ground.
Drag stares up at me wide-eyed. I stalk over to him, and he has the brains to cower back. I kneel in front of him.
“You tell your friend here and your alpha that I’m gone. You saw me leave. Got it?”
He nods his head, not saying a word.
“Good sheep.”
I pat him on the head and then stand, stopping at the sight of the human audience that’s gathered around. I shift on my feet, wondering if anyone has called the cops yet.
“Uhh, they grabbed my ass,” I say.
The crowd’s mood instantly changes from being wary of me to being sympathetic instead. They start glaring daggers and shouting things at Drag.
“You fucking owned them!” a male teenager shouts. “That was awesome.”
“Thanks.”
I push past the crowd and walk away, fixing my leather jacket as I go. It’s clear that I need to get far away from Pack Rockhead, especially now that I just fucked up those two asswipes. They’re probably not gonna let that go. It’s time to get this collar off and get the hell out of here.
I’ve only been here for a few days, and I’ve already worn out my welcome. Considering my personality, I really shouldn’t be surprised.
6
Jetta
An hour after ditching the Rockhead pair, I decide to lay low until tonight in case they’re combing the streets. It could go either way. They could grab more of their pack members and sniff me out, or they could pretend they never got beaten up by a girl. I’m hoping their male pride is too fragile and it’ll be the latter.
Just in case, I hit up a convenience store and snag an ugly ass scarf and a small aerosol bottle of air freshener. I douse myself with the spray until my eyes burn and I can’t stop sneezing. Fucking disgusting stuff definitely doesn’t smell like the spring meadow it claims, and it gives me a headache, but it does cover my shifter scent effectively.
The scarf is purple—the darkest color they had—and I wrap it around my neck to cover my collar. It’s not the best, but at least it’s something. My hair is recognizable, and so are my clothes, but with my severe lack of funds, I can’t do anything about either of those things. I keep my nose in the air, trying to scent or spot more shifters, but there’s nothing but the smell of cars and air freshener.
I head in the direction of a hardware store I spotted, hoping to get this fucking collar off. In theory, the conjurer snapped the magic, or at least part of it. So I’m hoping I can get this thing off with some tools.
The hardware store is a mom-and-pop run place, so it isn’t very big, but there’s got to be something in there I can use. I obviously can’t afford to buy anything, so I head inside and quickly scope things out, taking stock of all the cutters and saws before I