I don’t have a Pack. I have no support system. Brian is human. He has no way of dealing with the potential fallout from this kind of confrontation if her coven decides I did, in fact, assault her.
I step to the side determined to get the hell away from her, but she shoves me back into the lockers. My back meets into the cool metal surface and a single manicured finger lifts and points arrogantly in my face. She thinks she has all the power here. That she’s untouchable now that we have an audience.
I bare my teeth and tilt my chin up, meeting her emerald gaze head on.
Sabrina’s one of the it girls. In the eyes of the students here, she’s at the top. And I’m at the bottom. It doesn’t matter that she’s a witch or that I’m a wolf. And given that I’m a lone wolf, I don’t expect anyone to come to my aid.
I’m taken by surprise when the crowd suddenly parts and Jordy swaggers toward me, an easy wolfish grin on his face—but I don’t miss the bright hot fury in his eyes or the liquid mercury that’s bled into them.
He assesses the situation before him, a tick forming along his jaw, and between one second and the next, I can tell he’s come to some sort of conclusion about what’s going on here.
A flash of concern crosses over Sabrina’s face when she spots him before she tries to mask it with cool indifference. Hands propped on her hips she purses her lips while she continues to stare down her nose at me. I meet her stare head on and my lips curl into a smile when she’s forced to look away. Pathetic.
Jordy makes a noise to catch her attention before snapping his fingers like he’s just realized something interesting. “You were at the campout this weekend, right?” he asks, moving closer toward us.
When he’s only a foot away, he leans next to the lockers beside me, lifts one hand and rubs his bottom lip with his thumb as he gives Sabrina a considering look like he’s trying to place her.
She mistakes it for interest and turns her full attention toward him. Her scowl is now a seductive smile, and at this point I’m all but forgotten. “I was.” Her words are breathy. She pushes her shoulders back, ensuring her breasts are thrust out toward him before lowering her head so she can look up at him through her lashes.
I roll my eyes, at her come-hither expression. It’s so blatantly obvious I can’t imagine guys actually fall for this crap.
Jordy pushes off from the locker, his eyes darkening as he closes the distance between them. Poor thing. She’s yet to realize his eyes aren’t dark with lust. They’re brimming with barely leashed fury. It all but radiates from his skin in bright hot waves.
“Yeah, I remember you. I almost fucked you.” His words are husky, shot full of arrogance.
When he’s a scant few inches away, he raises his hand to cup the side of her neck, his thumb resting in the center of her throat. “Mmm Hmm. We can rectify that anytime you’d like.” She leans toward him as he dips his head to whisper just loud enough for our ears to hear.
“Pass. You must either be blind or stupid, because if you were paying attention, you’d know Isa’s with us. She’s wolf property and we don’t take kindly to people fucking with what’s ours.”
His thumb presses firmly against her throat and she gasps. The skin around his grip whitens and her eyes are wide, suddenly filled with fear. Claws poke out of his fingertips, pricking her pale flesh and she whimpers.
Then he releases her and steps back as if nothing happened. An easy smile slips into place and he tosses an arm around my shoulders, drawing me in to his side.
“You might want to get that looked at,” he says, indicating her neck. “Maybe someone can make you a salve or brew you a remedy so it doesn’t get worse.”
She clutches her neck, her fingers smearing the thin trails of blood. Moisture fills her eyes and I almost feel bad for her. But she’s not some ignorant human. She’s a witch. She knows what we’re capable of and she knew the risks when she decided to confront me. I could have done a lot worse to her than the tiny nicks she received from Jordy. Those were just a warning.
“We gonna have problems, Sabrina?”
Her lips tighten, heat now coloring her face and neck.
“She’s not even a member of your Pack,” one of the girls beside Sabrina spits out.
It’s the wrong answer to Jordy’s question. His fists clench at his sides. “She’s a fucking wolf. Or are you too stupid to realize that?” He looks around the hallway, all eyes still glued to the scene in front of us. “Ice them out,” he says to no one in particular, but heads all around us nod.
Sabrina sucks in a breath as her four friends all take quick steps back, putting distance between themselves and her. “You can’t do that.”
He chuckles, but it’s a dark, dangerous sound. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. You fucked with a wolf. You thought she was an easy target. But guess what? She’s not. I suggest you learn from this massive mistake of yours.”
She opens her mouth to respond just as another
