Page 41 of Touched

Someone enacted a Glamor shield… and as far as I know, not that I even knew werewolves fucking existed, they can’t do that!

So, who… or what did? And why the hell can I suddenly see things I’ve never seen before?

My team is outside, thinking I’ve lost my damn mind. But they’re outside. They heard my weapon discharge… three fucking times.

Son of a bitch… I just put all of them in danger.

Not only are the Trahans going to kill me, but they’ll kill them, too. The team will never see them coming.

Raising my brow at the group, I say, “Rougarou… you’re Rougarou.”

The brother closest to me looks surprised before he laughs. It’s loud and sends shivers down my spine, but I hold my ground, not showing a hint of the fear I’m feeling. Angling his head, he nods at me while saying to his brothers and his men, “The Sylph has figured it out. How did we miss a Sylph on the squad? And now that he knows, everything is compromised.” He grins wolfishly again. “What do we do with you?” His teeth make it hard to speak, so his words are gravelly and harsh.

Eyeing him, I grab the comm on my shoulder and quickly say, “I was wrong. I thought I saw something and fired, but it was just shadows that appeared as men. Warehouse is empty. Nothing here. Head out and we can reconvene. I’ll follow in a few, just going to take another quick sweep to see if there’s anything we can use. See y’all back at the station.”

I might not get out, but they can. Now, I pray they listen and get the fuck out of here. Immediately.

My comm crackles before Lieutenant Antoine says, “Ten-four, LeBlanc.”

Oh, thank God.

The brothers are all still staring at me. The front one snarls, “Ah, a hero.”

I shrug. “Toprotectand serve. That is my vow.”

He laughs again. “They may make it out,this time. But you won’t.” He licks his lips, causing even more of his thick, gooey saliva to drip down his teeth and onto his chin, some falling onto the hairy chest displayed by the shirt unbuttoned to his navel.

I can’t help it, I laugh. A fucking werewolf in here looking like Fabio… without the hair.

His eyes turn molten red as he stares down at me. I’m a little over six feet tall and fit as fuck. But he towers over me by at least two feet. And his brothers are about the same height. Give or take a few inches.

He snarls, “What’s so funny, Sylph?”

My brow raises and my lip curls as I wave over him. “You. I mean, you’re a Rougarou… a werewolf, I suppose. A fucking werewolf… And you’re wearing skinny jeans and a shirt unbuttoned to your waist. It’s pretty fucking funny. I’ve never seen a werewolf Fabio before.” I snort, “I mean, it’s a look.”

Keep stalling, LeBlanc. Just so long as everyone outside has time to get out of here.

Trahan number whatever growls, but it ends with a snarl as the warehouse doors fly open, banging back against the walls. Whirling, I look to them with disbelief wondering what the hell Lieutenant Antoine was thinking coming in after I said nothing was here.

Furious wind whips past me, knocking me to the ground. The Trahans and their crew are not as lucky. It hits them squarely— no part of them is unscathed. The brother closest to me flies through the air, slamming into his brothers, throwing the lot of them into the van they were just unloading. It crumples as it practically folds in half.

Their men are flung about. Several hit the walls, several topple like toy soldiers, and a couple crash into the boxes, splintering them and spilling the illegal contents across the warehouse.

Raising my hand to shield my face from the debris, and the force of the wind, I lock eyes with the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.

Aeris.

Her hands are held out before her, blasting the entire warehouse with hurricane-force winds. Her long, dark brown hair flies about her head and shoulders. Her dress is molded to her lush body. And her eyes, they’re as bright as the sun and glowing like liquid honey.

She looks like an avenging angel. I can’t breathe.

Still holding one hand out, making certain none of the Trahans, or their crew, can stand, she looks over at me. Her face softens as her eyes rake over me. I do the same to her.

She holds out the hand not currently controlling an indoor hurricane and says, “Callum, we need to go! Now!”

Ignoring everything happening behind me, I manage to crawl to my knees and stand, albeit wobbly. Making my way over to her, I drawl, “It’s damn good to see you, Aeris. But I think you’re right. What’s the fastest way we can get the fuck out of here?”

Smirking she chuckles, “Well, since you asked… Grab onto me tightly because… in two seconds, I’m going to release the wind. We’re about to fly.”

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