thing?” Tonya Miccatto brushed against him, giving him a good feel of her large breasts and the smell of beer on her breath. She’d be an easy fuck tonight.
Another scent drifted toward him and he glanced through the darkness at the few other werewolves lingering around. Erin sat on a stump at the edge of the group, holding her bottle of beer to her lips and glaring over the top of it. She looked ready to pounce on Tonya. Juan hid his smile, gently taking Tonya’s arm and pushing her toward Josef.
“I wouldn’t mind getting to know your thing,” Josef said to her, and the werewolves around him laughed.
Erin’s anger didn’t subside when Juan walked toward her.
“Waiting two weeks for the challenge is going to stir this pack into all sorts of fights.” Josie Balzon stood next to Erin, glancing down at her when Juan reached her side. “Seems to me it would be better to have it done with.”
“I can see why we wait.” Perry walked over to them with his mate in tow. “Word is out that there are other Malta werewolves working to settle here. Our pack will grow and they all have a right to witness their new leader fight for his title.”
Josie Balzon grew up on Malta, as did a fair amount of the werewolves living on the mountain. Standing maybe an inch taller than Juan, the black sweatshirt he wore made him look even larger than he was. He met Juan’s gaze for a moment and the smell of confidence suddenly flooded the air around them. Erin glanced up quickly, biting her lip, and looked from one to the other. Juan guessed that she sensed what he did. Josie had the gift. Juan wouldn’t swear to it, but he’d learned hanging around with these werewolves over the past few months that those who did have the gift emitted a stronger-smelling emotion when they used it.
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Juan wouldn’t let the werewolf gain the upper hand in front of Erin. “It might prove rather entertaining watching werewolves with the gift fight each other. But I can wait two weeks for a good show.”
He swore he saw Erin smile, but she looked down quickly.
“I do believe I’ve heard word that no werewolf will be allowed to use the gift during the challenge,” Josie said quietly.
“Then I sure hope you can fight without it.” Juan watched Josie’s lip twitch, his confidence turning into the spicier smell of anger.
“Hey man, enough talk of the challenge.” Perry tapped his beer bottle against Josie’s. “I thought we were going to head out on a run.”
“Sounds good to me.” Josie looked away from Juan first then nudged Erin. “What about the single bitches? Should I escort you back to your den before we head out, sweetheart?”
Juan took her arm, pulling Erin up quickly before she could let out a smartass response. And from the sudden glow in her eyes, it would have been a damned good one. He had no doubts.
“She’s not unescorted. She’s with me.”
“Oh,” Josie said, his gaze dropping to Juan’s hand on Erin’s arm. “My apologies for sniffing around your bitch.”
Erin opened her mouth to speak and Juan pulled her to the side, letting the other werewolves think what they would. Word would be back to her den before they returned from their run that he’d just spoken for her, but he’d deal with that later.
Something about that Josie rubbed his hide wrong. Erin didn’t need some brute like that sniffing around her. And it wasn’t because he was jealous. He’d told Erin he’d watch out for her and that’s what he was doing.
“I can escort myself back to my den,” she told him, shrugging her arm free from his grasp.
“You don’t want to go on the run?” He glanced over her head at Josie, who had already peeled off his shirt. The werewolf was fucking built. It didn’t bother him a bit that Erin’s back was to him, which prevented her from getting an eyeful.
“Seems to me I was reminded recently that good little bitches didn’t run by themselves.”
“You won’t be by
Another scent drifted toward him and he glanced through the darkness at the few other werewolves lingering around. Erin sat on a stump at the edge of the group, holding her bottle of beer to her lips and glaring over the top of it. She looked ready to pounce on Tonya. Juan hid his smile, gently taking Tonya’s arm and pushing her toward Josef.
“I wouldn’t mind getting to know your thing,” Josef said to her, and the werewolves around him laughed.
Erin’s anger didn’t subside when Juan walked toward her.
“Waiting two weeks for the challenge is going to stir this pack into all sorts of fights.” Josie Balzon stood next to Erin, glancing down at her when Juan reached her side. “Seems to me it would be better to have it done with.”
“I can see why we wait.” Perry walked over to them with his mate in tow. “Word is out that there are other Malta werewolves working to settle here. Our pack will grow and they all have a right to witness their new leader fight for his title.”
Josie Balzon grew up on Malta, as did a fair amount of the werewolves living on the mountain. Standing maybe an inch taller than Juan, the black sweatshirt he wore made him look even larger than he was. He met Juan’s gaze for a moment and the smell of confidence suddenly flooded the air around them. Erin glanced up quickly, biting her lip, and looked from one to the other. Juan guessed that she sensed what he did. Josie had the gift. Juan wouldn’t swear to it, but he’d learned hanging around with these werewolves over the past few months that those who did have the gift emitted a stronger-smelling emotion when they used it.
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Juan wouldn’t let the werewolf gain the upper hand in front of Erin. “It might prove rather entertaining watching werewolves with the gift fight each other. But I can wait two weeks for a good show.”
He swore he saw Erin smile, but she looked down quickly.
“I do believe I’ve heard word that no werewolf will be allowed to use the gift during the challenge,” Josie said quietly.
“Then I sure hope you can fight without it.” Juan watched Josie’s lip twitch, his confidence turning into the spicier smell of anger.
“Hey man, enough talk of the challenge.” Perry tapped his beer bottle against Josie’s. “I thought we were going to head out on a run.”
“Sounds good to me.” Josie looked away from Juan first then nudged Erin. “What about the single bitches? Should I escort you back to your den before we head out, sweetheart?”
Juan took her arm, pulling Erin up quickly before she could let out a smartass response. And from the sudden glow in her eyes, it would have been a damned good one. He had no doubts.
“She’s not unescorted. She’s with me.”
“Oh,” Josie said, his gaze dropping to Juan’s hand on Erin’s arm. “My apologies for sniffing around your bitch.”
Erin opened her mouth to speak and Juan pulled her to the side, letting the other werewolves think what they would. Word would be back to her den before they returned from their run that he’d just spoken for her, but he’d deal with that later.
Something about that Josie rubbed his hide wrong. Erin didn’t need some brute like that sniffing around her. And it wasn’t because he was jealous. He’d told Erin he’d watch out for her and that’s what he was doing.
“I can escort myself back to my den,” she told him, shrugging her arm free from his grasp.
“You don’t want to go on the run?” He glanced over her head at Josie, who had already peeled off his shirt. The werewolf was fucking built. It didn’t bother him a bit that Erin’s back was to him, which prevented her from getting an eyeful.
“Seems to me I was reminded recently that good little bitches didn’t run by themselves.”
“You won’t be by
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