Page 4 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

Truth was any old bullet would do.But it did have to be very fucking accurate.

I doubted those security guards’ accuracy, but what I did not doubt was that getting shot would hurt like a motherfucker.Also, it would likely have spurred Demon into retaliating.

I might be able to heal from a lot of things, but outing the entire secret supernatural world I lived in was not one of them.Even I was smart enough to recognize that.

So, what happened was I did not get back on that bus.Rather, I hitched a ride with a trucker.And another one after that.

Eventually, I found myself at a shitty roadside motel, scrolling through Ghoulgle, which was the supernatural world’s private internet, until I found an advertisement for a job,this job, which pretty much brings us up to speed.

Did you ask where I ended up?

Motley Crewd Ranch—an apt name for a group of fuckups and misfits if ever I heard one.Located in Dry Creek, New Jersey, but commonly referred to as Barren County.

I’d recently been promoted to foreman or ranch manager, and something about being handed that responsibility sat well with me.Demon, too.

For the first time in my life, I thought maybe I could settle down.With Max, who was an actual Jersey fucking Devil, and not a Vampire as I’d originally thought, as our Alpha, and the rest of the group as my Pack mates, well, I was starting to think maybe this was kismet.

I mean, how often did a Devil, a Wolf, a Bear, A Bull, and a Dragon, not to mention a Prairie Dog Shifter, team up to make anything other than a mess?

But for whatever reason, it was working.I didn’t know if it was because Max had recently found his mate, and perhaps it was Penelope’s influence that had us all feeling a bit kinder towards each other.

I mean, I only had to break up like forty-seven fights between Dante, Kian, and Zeke this week, which was half of what it was last week.

So, yeah.Duped or not, I was starting to think maybe the Fates liked me a little.Not a lot.But just enough to keep me around.

I could live with that.

“Yo, Quinn!”Dante’s gruff voice interrupted my train of thought.

I turned on my heel, nodding at the Bear Shifter.

“What?”

“Boss found a place to move the herd.I’ll get ‘em loaded in the truck with Jed,” he called out.

I nodded.

I knew Max had been trying to solve the problem of what to do with the goats while we completely rebuilt the fences surrounding the recently refurbished holding pens and the dairy itself.

Goats were restless creatures by nature, always nipping at the edges of their enclosures, testing the limits of what they could get away with.

With the fences down, the concern about what to do with them to keep them safe was a big one.Poor Jed was beside himself with worry.Hell, he’d even taken to sleeping in a tent outside to try to keep them together.

Max had been scratching his head over the best way to keep them contained while we worked.The rain certainly did not make the task any easier.

But it looked like he had a solution.Dante had already started moving the goats into the waiting trailer and I jogged over to my cabin to use the toilet and swap my ruined jacket and jeans for some dry clothes.

Bad weather didn’t bother me.I was a Shifter, a Wolf, and I ran a little hotter than most.

But I was not fine with getting mud and rain all over the interior of one of our new rigs.Boss had bought six brand new F150 pickups for us to work this place over, and of course, Dante had hooked the trailer to mine.

Fucker.

The quicker we moved the herd, the quicker we could get to work fixing this mess without getting rear-ended by a bunch of ornery critters.

“They’re ready for you and I plugged the address into your GPS,” Dante called out as I jogged to the driver’s side.

“Okay.Where’s Jed?”

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