Page 40 of Touched

Not allowing the thought of what could happen if they find me outside of the colony, after being forbidden from leaving dissuade me, I quickly flap my wings and lift into the sky.

Soaring high above the trees, I head in the direction of New Orleans.

And Callum.

Somehow, I know exactly where to go.

It’s as if an invisible path is leading me.

I’m fast. Very fast. The ground practically blurs beneath me as I fly.

How do I know where I’m going?

I don’t know… I just do.

A sudden urgency enters my bloodstream. Anxiety fills me.

Callum is in trouble.

I don’t know how I know this either, but I do.

I must get to him.

Flapping my wings harder, I angle my chin, flying at an even faster speed.

My only thought is to get to Callum.

* * *

What the fuck?

What are these guys?

They’re no longer morphing. Their bodies are certainly human-esque, but their faces are one-hundred percent wolf. Their razor-sharp teeth are bared, and the eyes, that appeared dark black seconds ago, are still black, but I can now see they’re outlined in blazing red. The one I know damn well I shot stops as he stares at me coldly, raising his nose and sniffing the air.

He growls, “Sylph,” again and his brothers straighten behind him. Their eyes firmly lock on me.

My hands are raised in what I hope conveys,“I can’t beat you, so I’m going to need you to calm the fuck down.”

Just then, my comm explodes with Lieutenant Antoine’s loud, “LeBlanc! What was that? Shots fired? Report… Now!”

All three brothers continue to stare at me, their muscular chests rising and falling with their irritated breaths.

Finally, the one I just shot… three times, slowly smiles. It sends chills down my spine. He’s the fucking Big Bad Wolf. I can see it in his eyes… I’m not walking out of here.

Fuck me.

His insanely long teeth gleam in the dim lights from the warehouse. Saliva drips from them, pooling in the coarse, dark animal hair on his chin. His eyes seem to get even redder.

He’s a Rougarou. A fucking werewolf.

Those bastards are real, too.

Shit!

Think, Callum.

You’re in here, alone with three of them. Their men look human, but who the hell knows what they actually are. Something is up.

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