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her head in my hands, guiding it to the side to check out her wounds but find them already healing.
“Don’t ever fuck with a woman who is more than the outer appearance of a wolf. What an idiot. Good job, baby girl,” Eliana says and places a kiss on the top of her daughter’s head.
“Now you know why your father had issues with you bringing a werewolf into the family,” Vike states. “We’ll see if this pack of muds are the odd ones out. I have to admit, I kinda like them.”
“You’re just relishing in the afterglow of another job solved,” Jagger mutters. “But they handled it well. From what Opal said, this pack jumped right into the fight when she realized it was a werewolf who was doing the killing.”
I glance at the heap of blood and bones.
Ignoring their discussions–I couldn’t care less what they think, Opal is mine and her family can kiss my ass and leave, since the job is done–I grumble, “What are we going to do with that shit? I don’t like having any evidence linking us to this on my property.”
“Take my daughter inside and let your men go home. We will handle the cleanup,” Alastair states.
“There’s an FBI agent coming in the morning.” I sigh and pull Opal closer.
“I said we’ll handle it,” Alastair snaps.
Eliana sighs. “What he means is the fact I will use my magic to make the FBI agent think he solved the case. The body–” She glances in the direction of the heap of blood and bones and wrinkles her nose. “I’ll make sure he has a body to close the case. All good and taken care of.”
“Thank you,” I tell her in all sincerity.
“You’re welcome. Oh, and this Sunday. Dinner. Six sharp.” I receive a stern look before she turns on her heel and heads for the dead guy.
I guide Opal toward our home. What a fucked-up night, and it started so damn well. I do hope we get to enjoy some quiet time, but with a family as crazy as hers? I’m doubting things will ever settle down from here on out. But at least we’re together, and the thought warms my heart.
CHAPTER EIGHT
– OPAL –
“I’ll catch you, woman.” His voice flows through the wind whipping around us due to the speed while we race on our horses through the pasture.
Liberating. Both driven by the same passion for horses and everything surrounding the normality of ranch life. We might be supernaturals, but the whole “work hard, play hard,” is something we live by.
Figor works hard on his ranch, along with everyone in his pack, while I take jobs as a bounty hunter. Though there haven’t been many jobs for me to take lately since I also love helping around at the ranch.
Over the last few weeks we’ve grown closer. As a couple but also united in handling ranch issues. There’s always something in need of Figor’s attention and though Ash is an amazing second in command, it’s also easy to jump in when needed and to be respected by every single one in this pack.
Even Bevin has shown improvement. Part of his punishment was making amends, which involved guiding Tobias. He and Tobias have developed a friendship where Bevin manages to calmly explain certain tasks Tobias has to do, and without any complaint he repeats it over and over until Tobias fully understands.
Spurring Luna on, she easily outruns Night and it makes a huge smile spread my face. Risking a quick glance over my shoulder, it lets me know Figor is anything but happy. He’s very competitive but it’s also the control angle. He isn’t riding up front and ready for any danger coming our way.
Silly, the both of us know it, but it’s just who he is; wanting to keep his woman safe. It’s for this reason I lean slightly back and slow her down. Figor appears beside me and the both of us come to a stop.
He leans his forearms on the horn of his saddle and I greedily take in the visual of my man sitting on a gorgeous horse. His head tilts slightly back to stare at me from underneath his Stetson. Damn, this man gets my girly parts begging for him each and every time.
“Wanna go for a run?” The huskiness implies he has other thoughts than the need for speed.
“Me and Luna beating you just now isn’t enough?” I taunt.
A smirk crosses his face. “I had to hold Night back, you