wolf was in comparison to him. As I mentioned earlier, Alex wasn’t exactly a small guy. And yet, this wolf looked like it would be the same height, were it to stand up on its hind legs. The thing was abnormally large.
I found myself in complete shock as I sat there, in the snow, watching Alex drag the huge wolf into the middle of the creek. Then he shoved the creature’s head beneath the surface and held it there as the thing thrashed. He didn’t release it until it quieted and finally went limp. Then he let go and turned to face me.
“He’ll come to in twenty minutes or so,” he said as he climbed the slight incline of the bank. When he reached me, he extended his hand in a show to help me to my feet. Water droplets dripped from all over him, turning to ice as soon as they touched the ground.
“I got it,” I said as I frowned at his hand, took a deep breath and assisted myself. As soon as I stood, I felt dizzy and nearly fell back over.
“Easy, champ,” he said with a laugh as he wrapped his arm around me and hoisted me up. I had no choice but to lean into him because I could barely stand.
“I have a lot of questions for you,” I managed, my voice sounding as exhausted as I felt.
“I’m sure you do, Chief,” he answered cheerily as he led me away from the scene. “But they will have to wait until we’re far enough away from the wolf. When he wakes up, he’s going to have one hell of a headache which means he’ll be beyond pissed off.”
“When he wakes up?” I repeated as I shook my head. “You just killed him. I watched you.”
It was his turn to shake his head. “Nope. I merely delayed him.” Then he cocked his head to the side and smiled down at me. “The first thing you should know about werewolves, Chief, is the only way to kill them is with a silver bullet or dagger to the heart and then you’ve got to burn the body.”
Chapter Twelve
We were in my office, sitting across from one another. I’d just hung up the phone with Miguel who had vouched for him, saying Alex was a bounty hunter and he’d worked with him on more than one case. And I wasn’t sure why, but that information bugged me—maybe because I’d wanted to lock Alex up and now I couldn’t.
I wasn’t sure if it was still the same day or the next. When I glanced at the clock at the far end of the room, I realized it was three in the morning. Already tomorrow.
I’d just returned with two steaming cups of Keurig coffee, both with two creams and no sugar—apparently, Alex and I took our coffee the same way, which for some reason, irritated me. Like he took his coffee the same as mine on purpose, maybe. Like he wanted to prove that he really could read minds…
Anyway, as he reached for his coffee, his wrists rattled. The big shot was still sporting the handcuffs. At least, the bracelet remnants of them. That was when I remembered how he’d pulled them apart like doing so was nothing but a chicken wing.
He caught me looking at the dangling remains—or had read my mind again? Either way, he paused and with a self-satisfied grin on his, yes, very handsome face, he opened his hands wide. The dude could palm a basketball and then some... I immediately wondered if his feet were just as large which then led me to wonder if his… ahem, was…
“You wouldn’t be disappointed.” He interrupted my incredibly embarrassing thoughts as I cleared my throat and felt my cheeks heating. I couldn’t meet his eyes and opted to swallow a scalding hot sip of coffee instead.
“And as much as I’m very fond of these handcuffs, would you mind?” Alex finished as he held his hands up and shook them, apparently, for good measure.
“Can’t you just, you know, snap them off?” I asked with a pronounced frown. Truth be told, I was way embarrassed over the fact that not only was I pondering the size of Alexander Bat-shit-crazy’s unit, but that he was also very well aware of it. And that was the sticking point.
“Maybe I could,” he said with a casual shrug. “But it would be much easier if you just used your key.”
I snorted, but not in a good-natured