“And just where the hell do you think you and Demon are going to be?” Wraith demanded, showing some fang as he glared at me. He was our club president, a man you didn’t want to piss off, but I refused to back down. This was important.
“Taking care of some business,” I replied, crossing my arms over my thick chest, my jaw set.
Wraith stared at me silently, before finally nodding. He and Rooster both knew before even giving me the assignment that after everything my brother and I had been through, there was no way we were going to just walk away when Lycaon Wolves were involved. Hell, they would expect nothing less.
“There’s just one thing you should know,” Wraith said, his eyes going from me to Brady. “This specific group of wolves is from Arizona. Phoenix area.”
Motherfucker! Now I knew why I was being sent to steal weapons in Fort Worth. Payback. Arizona was where Brady and I were from, Phoenix the city my mom used to go and play in sometimes. These were the same group of bastards who had been hunting us for close to twenty years now. With part of their club being sent to Fort Worth, Brady and I had the chance to avenge our mother’s death with some of them. Their club was too big to take them all on at once, but we would be able to pick off a few, and that made me real fucking happy.
“You want Slash to stay behind with you?” Rooster asked, his eyes going to the huge Bengal tiger sitting to my right. When he shifted, Slash was close to seven hundred pounds and a complete badass, definitely someone you wanted on your side in a fight.
I saw my brother stiffen in his chair to the left of me, and I let a slow smile tilt the corner of my lips. Opening my mind to his, I heard, Don’t, you dare, dick. I almost laughed outright, but I held it back. He and I had been able to speak telepathically since he was a teenager. Only with each other, though. For some reason, it didn’t extend to anyone else. I used to think that it might have something to do with the fact that it wasn’t really our main gift, but now I’m leaning more toward the idea that it is because of the strong bond we had between us. That bond had only grown over the years, and our telepathy had become stronger.
I’d been able to read minds from a young age. Scared the hell out of me at first. Just bits and pieces would come to me, and I had no idea if what I thought I was hearing was true or not until I was sixteen years old and had an incident with one of the kids at school. And, by incident, I mean I beat the hell out of him and got sent home with an out of school suspension. My mom had been terrified that I wouldn’t be allowed to come back and was trying to figure out where we would go. She didn’t actually say it out loud, but I heard her in my mind, and I wasn’t having any of it. I confronted her, telling her I wasn’t moving anywhere. The shocked look in her eyes was all I needed to see to know I was right, and really had been able to read her thoughts. It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties that I actually began to learn how to control my ability and use it to my advantage. It was about that time Brady admitted that he had the same gift.
“Naw, we’re good,” I said, bringing my attention back to Wraith. “We just need a few more days.”
“You got it.”
“Wait,” Rooster interrupted, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he looked over to where one of our patch members, Big Bry, leaned back in his chair with what I was pretty sure was a permanent scowl on his face. “What about him?”
Bry was a huge son of a bitch, and one of the deadliest bikers I knew. A black leopard shifter who became a part of the club years ago when Killer, our Sergeant-At-Arms, brought him in. Ever since then, the man hardly left Killer’s side. But he’d agreed to do something for me while I was gone.
My face split wide with a grin, and this time I did let a chuckle slip free. “He’s here to babysit you until I get back.”
“Fuck you, Shadow!” Rooster snarled, rising from his seat and stalking to the door. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”
“Too bad,” I growled, glaring at him. “You send me away for a few days, someone is going to take my place. That’s all there is to it.”
Shaking his head, Rooster flipped me off before slamming out the door.
“You really know how to ruffle his feathers,” Wraith said, sliding his chair back.
“Just doing my job.”
Wraith stood, making his way to the door. Glancing back, he looked from me to Brady. “Give them hell, boys.”
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Shyla
Raking a hand through my long, thick hair, I frowned as I flipped through the pictures in front of me. I’d been contacted by a member of a security team working for one of the United States senators the week before to track down a missing member of their team. Someone on the senator’s private security detail who had attended several confidential meetings with him and knew way more than he should about those confidential matters. Things I didn’t care about. Finding him was my job, not digging up the Senator’s secrets. Of course, I was curious, who wouldn’t be? Especially since I was staring at images of the man in front of me right now. The dead man. One who’d
