Page 55 of Enemy Wolf

“What is it?” I went to look over his shoulder and got an answer immediately.

His middle screen showed a live camera feed. The washed out colors and slightly grainy display pointed directly at Stout & Spirit’s front entrance.

A tall figure in a long brown coat stood reading the CLOSED sign and note I’d left on the front door. He turned, and even though the picture quality wasn’t the best, I recognized his cruel face. His slitted pupils. And the orange scales running up his neck to his cheek.

“That’s him.” I pointed a shaky finger at the screen. “The one who wanted the potion. It’s him.”

“Derric, the dragon’s at the bar right now,” Orson barked into the phone. “Shiloh just ID’d him. Get Sawyer and his—what? Yes, Alpha.” He ended the call without another word. “All of Howling Death is riding out.”

“I’m coming too.” He was already heading for the door, and I hurried to stay on his heels.

“No, you’re staying here.” Orson whipped around, blocking the exit.

“Like fuck I am. It’s my business, my home, Orson.”

“What did we just argue about?” the werewolf snarled. “You are his target, Shiloh. I’m not putting you at risk.”

“What risk is there with all of Howling Death coming to confront him?” I demanded. “You said yourself that he was too much of a coward to take the pack on himself.” I took hold of Orson’s forearm. “Please. I just need to be there when you guys take him down.” A smile pulled at my lips despite the severity of the situation. “My mate will keep me safe, won’t you?”

He made a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr. “I’ll rip his fucking head off with my bare teeth.”

Okay, I couldn’t lie. It was damn hot that he was that protective of me.

“And you’d deny letting me watch?” I implored. “We can celebrate right after you slay that monster for me.”

The forearm I’d been holding snaked around my waist, drawing me in close. “Does this mean you’re no longer mad at me?”

“Don’t make me stay back here and I’ll definitely be a lot less mad.”

“Ugh, fine,” Orson grunted. “But you’re staying on my bike, far away from him.”

“Deal.”

My hand slipped into his and we joined the pack of werewolves streaming out of the lodge to their motorcycles parked outside. Everyone was hard-faced and snarling, snapping their jaws as they mounted their steeds, the animal side eager to take down an enemy as a single unit.

I held onto my werewolf as I climbed on behind him, his torso rumbling under my hands just as much as the bike was.

We weren’t perfect but he was mine.

And he was about to slay a dragon for me.

Chapter 20

Orson

Howling Death was just as coordinated and in-tune with each other as a motorcycle club as we were a wolf pack. On two wheels, we hit the same formation as we would have on four paws, fanning out in an arrow shape behind our alpha in the lead.

I was squarely in the middle, the ideal place to be with my precious cargo in the seat behind me. Shiloh held on to me loosely as we rode toward her bar, not the tight embrace she had me in when we returned from the mountain. She held onto my waist in order to not fly off the bike and nothing more. The touch felt cold, and I already missed how things were before. Her head on the back of my shoulder and the squeeze of her arms, her fingers stroking over my chest.

Once we were rid of this dragon, I hoped I hadn’t fucked things up beyond repair. Fate, the moon, whatever forces of nature controlled our destiny, for some reason, chose to give me the gift of a mate. And I was on the verge of losing her before we’d truly begun.

My packmates ahead were slowing, their brake lights coming to life like a monster with six red eyes. I saw the yellow porch light of Stout & Spirit illuminating the front facade of the building and the tall figure pacing back and forth in the gravel driveway.

The figure abruptly stopped his pacing and turned to face us. I braked so hard, my bike jolted and my tires skidded on the road. I hadn’t taken a close look at his facial features on the camera feed, but they were unmistakable now.

I fucking knew this dragon.

He recognized me in the same instant, a slow, menacing smile spreading across his face. Derric, Ruse, Sawyer, and the other front-liners of the pack surrounded the dragon shifter, but he didn’t seem to take notice. The ugly bastard remained singularly focused on me.

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