And she'd died in his arms from a brutal attack.
That memory shattered the heat in his blood and brought him back to reality with a fierce reminder of how dangerous their existence was. It was why that jackal was lucky to be alive. The one thing Fang couldn't stomach was to see a woman threatened, never mind harmed.
Any creature cowardly enough to prey on a woman deserved the most brutal death imaginable. And if it was delivered to him by Fang's hand, then all the better.
Shrugging his jacket on, he picked up his plate and returned to eating.
Once he was finished, he took the dishes to Dev who thanked him again for saving Aimee.
"You know for a wolf, you don't really stink."
Fang snorted. "And for a bear you don't chafe my ass."
Dev laughed good-naturedly. "You going back inside?"
"No. I'd rather stay out and freeze my ass off."
"I hear ya. I like it better outside myself. Too human in there for me."
Fang inclined his head, surprised that the bear understood. Anya had made him human enough, he didn't want any more housebreaking than that. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he headed back to the bikes to wait.
Aimee went outside at Dev's insistent grumblings that kept coming in through the earpiece she wore-all the staff wore them so that the Were-Hunters could appear more human whenever they used their powers to communicate with each other.
"What?" she snapped in the doorway.
He held out an empty plate and beer bottle.
"Oh." She stepped forward to take them from his grasp. Unbidden her gaze went to Fang who was again sitting on the ground with his legs bent and his arms draped over them while he leaned against an old hitching post.
There was something very feral and masculine about that pose. Something about it that made her heart quicken.
He's not the same species, girl. . . .
Yet it didn't matter to her hormones. Gorgeous was gorgeous, regardless of breed or type.
Yeah, that was what she was reacting to. It was nothing more than the fact he was an exceptional specimen of male physiology.
"Something wrong?"
She blinked and looked at Dev who was watching her. "No, why?"
"I dunno. You have this dopey kind of expression that I've never seen from you before."
She made a sound of abrupt disgust. "I don't look dopey."
He snorted. "Yes, you do. Get to a mirror and check it. It's really scary. I definitely wouldn't let Maman see that."
She rolled her eyes at him. "This from a bear who got his ass kicked by a jackal?"
His eyes flared. "I was preoccupied by the knife at your throat."
She gave an exaggerated laugh. "You were on the ground and pinned before I was held."
He started to argue, then stopped. He looked around as if afraid someone might have overheard her. "You think anyone else remembers that part?"
"Depends." She gave him a calculating stare. "How much you gonna pay me to back your version?"
His look turned charming and sweet. "I pay you in love, precious little sister. Always."