Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,68
to call her, apparently that had been the wrong thing, because she snapped. This perverted werewolf, who had sided with an evil vampire called her a bitch… “Big mistake, wolf.”
Smashing her palm into his nose, and with a loud crack followed by a heavy thud, he fell to the ground, knocked out cold. Her anger left her in a rush of breath as she realized what she’d done. “Shit.” She glanced over her shoulder to Drake. “I didn’t mean to do that. He just had to go and get lippy.”
Valor chuckled. “Not only strong willed, but she’s got a temper, too.”
“I believe that might be an understatement,” Drake stated drily.
Nexi snorted. “A temper that it seems came from my father.”
The men laughed around her, and she drew her sword, stuck it to the wolf’s throat, waiting for him to come around. It took a few moments, but eventually the man stirred. Groaning, he went to stand, clearly forgetting what happened and why he lay in a heap on the ground.
Nexi applied pressure to the sword. “Yoo-hoo, remember me?” His focus snapped to hers, and she added, “Where’s Kyden?”
He gulped. “Kyden?”
Gripping the handle tighter, she jabbed the sword deeper into his neck and the tip buried under his skin. “The guardian Lazarus has taken?”
The werewolf swallowed again, as blood poured from the wound to run along his neck and onto the pavement. “I have no idea where he took him.”
Not the answer she wanted, but she had another card to play. “If you don’t know where Kyden is located, then tell me where I can find Efren.”
His eyes widened. “How do you know Efren?”
Hot frustration laced her veins and she said through gritted teeth, “Listen ass-wipe, I don’t have time to answer your questions. If you haven’t noticed I have a sword at your throat.” She pushed harder against her sword to prove her point, sending more blood oozing from the wound.
“Tell her,” Valor demanded.
The man looked at Valor as he stepped in beside her, and his face became sheet white. “I thought I s-scented y-you…” The fear—sheer panic—washing across his features made Nexi realize why Talon had been grateful for Valor’s help. It became clear now that the wolves would be more willing to comply, considering the authority Valor had over the packs.
Blood continued to gush from the wound to pool along the pavement, and the metallic scent filled the air. “Promise you’ll take my mate and cub into your protection.”
Valor knelt down beside the man, staring at him in a way that would have made Nexi run and hide. “You don’t deserve my mercy, but since we need to find the location of the guardian, I’ll grant your request. Your family will be kept safe.”
The terror in the wolf’s eyes lessened, and he managed, “Go to Eighth Avenue and Forty-ninth Street and you’ll find a tailor shop. Efren will be there, along with others that have joined Lazarus. But go quickly; they move often to keep their trail hidden.”
Valor stood, his presence powerful as he peered down at the wolf. “You’ve caused your own demise and as your Patriarch, death is your punishment for your betrayal.” To Nexi he said, “He’s yours to kill. Take your revenge.”
“It isn’t my revenge.” She swung her sword up, locking in her target. “It’s for all the pain you’ve caused. All the pain felt by others who are suffering from the deaths of their loved ones, including my own.”
Chapter Nineteen
Blending into the shadows by a fancy hotel, Nexi peered across the street and spotted the tailor shop. The brown brick building was nestled between a deli and a restaurant, and air conditioners hung out from the top windows. She squinted, staring at the large front window and taking a second count to be sure, but the view remained unchanged. “I’ve counted ten wolves.”
Drake nodded. “Yes, ten.”
Valor lifted his head, taking a deep sniff. “There are ten on the lower floor, but more upstairs.”
Not at all what she wanted to hear, considering even with only the ten on the lower level they were outnumbered. “Do you have any idea how many more?”
“I can’t say for sure.” Valor’s nose lifted higher, and he sniffed again. “Their scents are all mixing together. It’s impossible to tell them all apart unless I stood here for a while and concentrated.”
“Well, we don’t have time for that,” she retorted.
Turning to the building again, she studied the wolves passing by the windows every so often. While nerves about this fight