Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
The shifters in the vehicle all exchanged grim looks, and Blair knew they were about to drop the human act. Because this waste of skin here wasn’t going to live through this night.
Tate leaned forward, pinning Davis with a fierce glare. “And you, what, find information for him on any shifter he might like to capture?”
Davis licked his lips. “Yes, but that’s all. I never do anything but report information.”
“That makes it okay, does it?” Aspen clipped, rising from her seat. “His name.” It was a demand.
“Chester Wilkins.” The confession spilled out of him.
Havana hummed. “Where will we find dear old Chester?”
His shoulders hunched up, Davis reluctantly reeled off an address. “You won’t find him there for at least a week. His wife doesn’t know that he does poaching on the side. So when he needs a few days to capture a shifter and deliver body parts to a client, he tells her he’s going on a business trip.”
“What about his buddies?” asked Alex.
Davis’s brow creased. “Buddies?”
“Fellow poachers,” the wolverine elaborated.
“I don’t know anything about them,” said Davis. “I only know he sometimes works with a group of three other guys, depending on how big the game is.”
Aspen flexed her fingers. “The game, huh?”
Bailey cricked her neck. “Can I hurt him now?”
“Oh, we can all hurt him,” said Havana, standing. “But let’s be careful not to let him die too quickly.”
Davis’s eyes went wide and bright with panic as everyone began to gather around him. His gaze slammed back on Camden. “Y-you, you said—”
“That they were here to ensure I didn’t kill you.” Camden shrugged. “I lied.”
Just then, the vehicle slowed to a halt.
Davis once more scanned the faces around him and then settled his attention on Blair. “You can’t let him kill me!”
What, he thought her “sweet” appearance meant she was his hope of getting out of here? Wrong. “Why not? It should be fun.”
“So, Davis, you’re some kind of animal lover.” Bailey twisted her mouth. “How do you feel about snakes?” And then she shifted into her mamba form.
Davis whimpered, huddling against the wall in fright.
Tate scratched his cheek. “What you failed to realize, Davis, is that you’re the only person here who’s actually human.”
Blair glanced around. “Anyone have a problem with me lighting him on fire at some point?”
Luke’s mouth twitched. “What is it with you and fire?”
“It’s so pretty,” she said.
“People will notice I’m missing!” Davis yelled, a shake in his voice. “The police will look for me; they’ll find out you did this!”
Alex snorted. “How will they find you when there’ll be nothing of you left to find?”
Blair wouldn’t have thought it was possible for the human’s face to go any paler, but she’d been wrong.
He threw up his hands, as if to fend off the shifters glaring down at him. “I only reported information!”
“There’s no ‘only’ about it,” snapped Aspen. “The fact that you see yourself as innocent just makes me want to hurt you more.”
“Let’s take him into the woods outside,” said Luke. “There’s no need to make a mess in here.”
A short time later, once the human was well and truly dead, Alex raised a brow at Tate. “Want me to have my uncles get rid of the body?”
Tate’s brow wrinkled. “They’re visiting? When did they get here?”
“Last night,” replied Alex. “Well, should I call them or not?”
Blair almost snorted at his gruff tone. No one ever took it personally—the surly wolverine possessed few people skills. The only person he made any real effort for was his mate, Bree, who also happened to be the pride’s Primary omega.
“Yes, call them,” Tate told Alex. “But it disturbs me to know that they’ll probably eat the body.”
Alex shrugged. “Wolverines don’t like to waste their food, you know that.”
Tate turned to Farrell. “Go scope out Chester’s address. I know Davis claimed that Chester won’t be there, but I want to be certain. Don’t enter the residence; just check out the situation. Call me when you get there and let me know what you find.”
“Sure thing.” Farrell shifted into his avian form, gripped his cell phone with his talons, and then took to the sky.
Bailey set her hands on her hips. “How absolutely messed up is it that there are actually poachers who go after shifters? Animal poaching is bad enough. For people to look upon us as animals to the extent that they want our body parts as trophies or whatever … it’s sick.”
“Don’t worry, the bastards will pay,” said Tate. It wasn’t a statement of assurance, it was a menacing promise. “Once we have Chester, we can find out who his friends are and just who exactly hired him. In the meantime, let’s get a little more information on him.”
“I’ll get River right on it,” said Luke before then turning to Blair. “You all right?” he asked, his voice so low it wouldn’t carry to the others.