Chapter 267
“Is that a good idea, considering what he claimed to have seen?”
“We might need to convince him that what he saw was true.” Klaus mutters
“Then again, if he’s a Wolf,” Eric adds, “He should know there is more in the world.”
“Fine.”
Eventually we pulled up in front of a large house. It was in need of a little fixing up here and there, but over all, definitely not what I was expecting. I glance at the clock on the dash and see that it’s almost midnight. More importantly, there were no lights on in the house. Movement catches the corner of my eye and a black Wolf creeps around to the front of the house. It’s shoulders hunched and head low, scouting us. It sniffs and turns away, heading back in the direction it came from.
I don’t wait for the men. I follow the Wolf
Turning the corner of the back of the house, I freeze as a shotgun is pressed against my forehead. At the other end was a guy around the age of thirty five. His feet bare, his shorts slung low on his hips.
His eyes are familiar from the article. His curly black hair hung over his forehead, yet the sides had been taken down to skin. Perfect abs lined his torso. I hear a growl behind me. I knew it was coming from Eric, warning me to keep my thoughts to myself. “Just looking” I mutter
“What do you want?!” Abraxas growls
“Hopefully not to get shot.” I mutter. “Just to ask you questions about the night you saved that woman.”
“”Which one?”
“There’s more than one?” Klaus asks.
Abraxas doesn’t take his eyes or the gun off of me. “Hundreds and I remember every single one of them.”
“The first one.” I try, “Twenty years ago.”
“Why?” He growls and presses the gun a little harder. I don’t know why, the pressure wouldn’t make a difference if he was going to blow my brains out.
“We are Wolves.” Eric mutters
“Yeah, you lot are. She ain’t!”
I raise my hands, realising why he had specifically pointed the gun at me. He could smell the difference. That only happened when you went Rogue. Wolves couldn’t tell us apart. So why could he? “I’m safe.” I whisper. “The guy with the blonde hair. He’s my mate.”
“Bull fucking shit.”
“My mark is on my stomach.”
He steps forward, pressing the gun impossibly harder and rips my sweatshirt up.
“You claimed a Lycan?” He sneers as he lets go of my top.
“It’s complicated, but yes. She is my mate.” Eric speaks calmly, “And I would prefer it if you lower you fucking gun.”
“Tell me why you are here and then I will decide.”
I put my hand up to Eric and Klaus. “The women you save from Lycans, why do they need saving?”
“Because the beasts are trying to eat them. And I’ll be damned if that happens while I live in this town.”
“Why is it on you?”
I watch his finger twitch over the trigger.
“Please don’t!” I whisper. It wasn’t like pissing off Blair, one wrong word and a bullet would be lodged inside my head.
Abraxas tilts his head to one side. “Can’t say any of you have begged me not to shoot before. You lot normally like the challenge. But you can’t survive having your brain scattered across the lawn. “How do you know that?” I mutter in a croaky voice.
“You learn quickly what works and what doesn’t.” He curls his lip up in disgust
“How long have you been living here?” Klaus asks.
“Born and bred.”
“No pack?”
“No.”
“What happened to your family?” Klaus presses.
“Her kind.”
A lump in my throat grows.
“Where are you fuckers from?” Abraxas demands
“Black Shadow.” Eric tells him. “And we came here looking for your help.”
“You ain’t getting it. Though I can get rid of your problem.”
“I’m not the problem. Blair Kitson is.”