being watched when he left the diner earlier, or maybe he isn’t working alone, whatever. But if you filter the air, you’ll notice a hint of the stench of a killer.”
All of them inhale deep. The scent is distinctive. When a supernatural kills a human–without it being self-defense or a necessity–a stench of decay attaches to him.
“I got his trail, I’ll give my mate my findings from the air if I spot him,” Vaughn rumbles as he runs off, shifts into a large dragon and spreads his wings to take him higher up into the air.
“This is the werewolf gone rogue from the case Opal was working on,” Alastair states.
I nod and he simply mimics the movement.
“Spread out in teams. Like I said, I don’t know if this is only one werewolf or if the fucker has someone working with him or a small pack for that matter. Our findings show it’s only one werewolf but be prepared for anything.” Everyone jumps into action at my words.
Seeing there aren’t any humans around and our ranch is fairly remote, half of my pack instantly shifts and runs off to find out if the werewolf is still close.
“Aw, that’s nasty.” Jagger winces and when I follow his line of sight, I notice the heap of body parts near the gate.
“He’s still here,” Vike mutters.
“Stupid fuck probably didn’t expect the pack to be up at this time. And for sure didn’t expect you guys to have visitors from different Death by Reaper MC chapters. Let’s go fucking hunting, boys,” Alastair says with a scary grin on his face as he shifts into a large hellhound, red flames dancing around his thick, black fur.
He looks like an extremely large wolf, with two heads instead of one. With him being a president gives him the distinction of an extra head. And this fucker has an extra head at the end of his tail from the mating with his wife, her being a combination of strong supernaturals. The urge to shift drenches the air and I give in right before I see my woman fall to her knees.
There’s a split-second hesitation to stay with her but shifting for the third time is even faster than the previous two times. Pride surges through me when she jolts forward to follow right next to me.
The stench of the killer is easy to trail and it doesn’t take long before it becomes stronger.
Like Alastair said, the idiot must have underestimated us. The ranch giving him the impression we were either a mixture of humans and werewolves or a small pack laying low. His mistake was thinking he could handle us. Ignorant asshole going in alone because I don’t sense anyone else in our near proximity.
My thoughts cloud my senses and it’s the very reason I only notice the threat right before it strikes. Hearing Opal yelp and grunt is bone-shattering but seeing her being thrown to the ground while a wolf has her by the throat–ready to rip her head off–is a blow to my chest which almost makes me falter.
The fucker is surrounded by my pack and Opal’s family. He has nothing to gain and nothing to lose. He has no other option but death and it’s the very reason this fucked-up situation is dangerous. Because if he has enough strength, he could rip her head off and instantly kill her. We might be immortal but there is no coming back from losing your head.
He growls low in his throat. The fucker isn’t part of my pack and isn’t able to communicate through a telepathic connection, like the one I have with every single one of my pack members. His eyes bounce all over the place, a glowing yellow, as he regrips Opal’s neck, digging his teeth into her skin.
He’s hurting. There aren’t any words necessary but I can see it in his eyes and the way he keeps biting and regripping. Opal’s blue flames crackling around her skin are burning the fucker. He picked the wrong woman, thinking she’s a weak link.
Anger swirls in Opal’s eyes and before anyone can act, there’s a blinding light. A bubble of an explosion surrounds Opal before it vanishes. During the blast she shifted to her human form, blood is dripping down her throat. The werewolf who had her by the throat lies a few yards away.
Her uncles jump forward, ripping the werewolf to shreds–whose howls fade into the night as does his existence. Shifting, I rush toward Opal and take