the idea.
We could be wearing a Death By Reaper MC, Werewolf charter cut, but instead we choose to keep a low profile and breed livestock, making an honest living by doing so. We don’t interfere with anything else except human business.
“Who are you?” I hiss through my teeth.
“Opal.” She closes the distance between us.
Her head tilts back to glance up at me as I stare down.
“Figor,” I grunt.
“President of this MC while all of you are werewolves,” she easily supplies. “Bevin, is he bitten or born?”
“Who are you, the supernatural police?” I sneer.
She shrugs. “My human job is bounty hunter, though my job has nothing to do with this. It’s personal. The man Bevin beat up, what you so easily labeled as a misunderstanding, is a friend of mine. Someone I swore to watch over and then this happened. Bevin needs to face the consequences. And he better come up with a very good reason why he thought it was okay to beat up an innocent person. But there’s never a good reason to beat up an innocent. I’ll make sure to put him away for good. So, yes, you might say I have the ability to be the supernatural police if I wanted to.”
Inhaling deep right in front of her face–even if I know very well she has cloaked her scent–I need it to make a statement before I add, “Tell me what you are and I will give you the information you seek along with a vote in the punishment Bevin will get for fucking up.”
Opal jabs a finger against my patch. “I don’t see werewolf stated on your leather cut. Why do you hide and demand me to do otherwise?”
I grind my teeth. “Why are you such a pain in the ass?”
“Funny.” She snorts. “My father used to throw out the same question on a regular basis before I moved out.”
And she’s still not answering my question.
I keep glaring at her until she finally huffs. “Fine. If you need a label, I’ll give you one. I’m part witch.”
“A witch doesn’t have the immense physical strength it took for you to shove me back. And the witch part? Not so much of a surprise since your scent was cloaked.”
“Guardian,” she grumbles underneath her breath so very faint, I bet only I can pick up on that word because I’m standing close to her. She raises her voice and snaps, “Now start spilling the beans.”
Guardian? Hot damn. She’s close to an Angel so to say. A guardian is there to protect people. She can shift into a large, stunning white wolf with crackling blue flames. Fucking magnificent, that’s what she is. The wolf in me is panting at the thought of running beside her. Hell, I’m panting at the mere idea of having her underneath me.
“Prove it.” I can’t help the grin sliding on my face.
It’s pathetic and absolutely unnecessary but my cock is hard, knowing there’s a guardian standing before me–within my reach–and one who smells too good to be true.
“I most certainly will not,” she huffs. “We’re near a public road. I assumed with you guys not being a Werewolf MC chapter you guys wouldn’t openly shift. Why ask me here and now?”
I lean in and growl in a hint of a whisper, “Because I want to see the sexy.”
There are blue flames dancing in her eyes and it’s the proof I wanted. Her anger is showing and the blue flames can only indicate she is in fact a guardian. Well, half anyway since she also stated she’s part witch. Strange combination, though.
Different supernaturals can create offspring, though it’s rare since it can create an unstable person. Mainly due to the mix in powers and not being able to handle it. But this woman before me can clearly handle herself pretty nicely.
“Close your eyes and imagine it,” she growls. “I’m guessing all the women showing you the sexy before me filled your head enough to make it a normality. I’m here for business, so keep your dick in your pants and your head out of the gutter. I’m speaking to you out of courtesy and can easily go over your head to get Bevin.”
My fingers are wrapped around her throat with my next breath. “Show some respect,” I all but spit in her face.
“Respect is earned, not given. You disrespected me first, asshole,” she snaps and I hate to say it, but she’s right.
Yet, she still disrespected me in front of my men.
“Ash, take Bevin into the