“That would explain a lot,” I agreed, “He just stood there and smiled at me. I knew it was him, I could smell the same scent everywhere. He leaned against a car and acted like it was some big joke to him. Then when I made a move towards him the bastard ran. He was fast, too. I’ve never encountered a Hunter before, but he was faster than a human.”
“That will be the little bit of the Lycan gene left in him,” Tegan piped up from the couch. Everyone turned to her in surprise, and her cheeks colored a little. “I started reading about Hunters after our trip home. I know Dad seemed to think we were jumping to conclusions, but Mom was worried. She gave me some books about our history and the Hunters.”
My mind raced over what she had said. How much of the gene could he have? I hadn’t smelled anything wolf about him. Wolves couldn’t make their scent vanish and reappear at will like he seemed to be able to do. The pieces were falling into place, but I didn’t like all the missing ones. We’d never been threatened by Hunters when I was growing up. We knew of them though. Now we were being threatened. I could only hope it was just this one man. Our pack was new and small, it wouldn’t be easy to take on a cell of Hunters.
Chapter Nineteen
Zee
It had been four days since Alex’s truck exploded and three days since my car had shown up with a note from Alex in the visor with my keys.
“Zee,
I doubt thank you will cover what you and your sister did for me and my family but thank you. I’m sorry that your sister didn’t believe us. In case you’re wondering (I bet you are) I’m all healed up. Not a scratch on me. It’s those good genes.
Don’t forget what I said about being friends. I’ll be seeing you as soon as things are more secure and maybe we can discuss my friendly plans.
- Alex”
I’d laughed at his note, and Delilah had asked what was funny. The moment I mentioned Alex she talked over me about one of her classes. She didn’t talk about him and if I brought him up, she changed the subject quickly. Jarren was a different story. If I mentioned him, she would turn red and leave the room. I gave up all conversation that had to do with the pack after two days of it.
Delilah and I’s relationship was becoming a little strained, so when she dropped by the bar for a drink, I was happy. Her dark hair was in loose curls that I was positive had taken her hours. I took in her dark wash jeans and low-cut black sweater, and I smirked. She was dressed to impress tonight, or to make someone jealous.
Whoever it was supposed to be, she didn’t take long to draw attention. A guy I’d never seen before walked up to Delilah’s table. He was tall, much taller than Delilah. His muscles were defined under his fitted button up charcoal colored shirt. It tapered to fit snuggly against his trim waist. The black designer jeans hung off his hips in a very studied but attractive way.
His brown hair was shorter on the sides and a little long on top. It was styled in haphazard clumps, like he’d just came from a round of wild, hair grabbing sex. His high forehead and defined cheekbones seemed to be at war with his surprisingly full lips.
Said lips turned up in a smirk as he spoke to Delilah, motioning to the empty chair at her table. I almost gasped when she blushed and nodded. It wasn’t like Delilah to flirt with the tourists, but there he went sitting down with her. He angled his chair towards her and quickly engaged her in conversation and making her giggle.
From a distance something about him bothered me. He seemed too perfect. A shitty thought to have, like Delilah didn’t deserve perfect. But still, why was someone dressed that nicely wasting time in the bar. He belonged at the resort. Delilah’s smile stopped my thoughts. I couldn’t rain on her parade, when I hadn’t seen her smiling with a guy in ages.
I didn’t have any more time to worry about Delilah. Jackie had asked for the night off. I could have kicked her for it as the night progressed. The bar was packed, and the tips were great, but I was running around like a crazy person trying to keep up with orders. James slinked his way out of the dish-room to help. I’d have to share my tips with the greasy asshole, but it was worth it to be able to catch my breath a little.
Shortly after nine Alex walked in flanked by Jarren and Wyatt. Now that I knew what I was looking for I couldn’t help but chuckle at the guys. All three subtly raise their heads and their nostrils flared as they smelled the room. Their eyes shifted restlessly hitting on every person in the bar, as they made their way to a table. I doubted they missed anything, including Delilah giggling foolishly with her new friend.
Jarren’s head snapped around so fast at the sound that I
