Page 33 of Locke

My mate’s eyes softened before they hardened again. “If Tajah’s threatening you, you should have told me. I’d talk to her.” She gripped her knife. “I don’t like bullies and if you feel uncomfortable in your own club, your president, who is supposed to protect you, should take care of it.”

Switch’s mouth opened and closed, and then he shook his head. “I’m a guy, I don’t—she didn’t—”

“You all helped a guy named Garret at the grocery store. He says he owes the Iron Fang his life.”

“That’s different. He was fifteen when he was saved. A child.”

“So?” my mate snapped and stepped forward. “If the Iron Fang is all it’s cracked up to be, then it should be able to take care of its own members.” My mate jutted out her jaw and crossed her arms. “I’ll talk to her. I won’t tell her or anyone else that you said anything about her being a bully or that you were here, but I’m gonna put her in her place.”

Switch shook his head. “Nah, you don’t wanna do that.”

“Why? Think I can’t handle the witch?”

Switch gasped in surprise. “You already know she’s a witch?”

I groaned and leaned my head back, cursing to myself.

“Ha, she thinks she’s a witch, huh? Let’s see her cast a spell on me.”

Shit, shit, shit. This is not good.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of her and her little guard dog that follows her around all the time.”

“Cat, she’s a guard cat,” Switch corrected.

My mate made a face. “Okay? Now why did you need to get on my computer? What are you looking for?”

Switch gazed at me and back at my mate. He swayed back and forth, awkwardly shaking his head.

He was already in a shit pile so deep when I got my human form back, he better not lie now. I stepped forward, and he screamed.

My mate let out a laugh and petted the top of my head. “The wolf won’t hurt you. At least, I don’t think so. Just don’t do anything threatening.”

Switch kept his hands out, ready for my attack, but I stood in front of my mate trying to cover some of her cleavage. As much as I enjoyed the view, she was close to a nip slip.

“H-have you named him, yet, or do you just call him Wolf?” he asked.

Dammit. What is he doing?

My mate tilted her head. “I haven’t, but I have one in mind.” She crossed her arms, lifting her heavy breasts.

I’m sorry, what were they talking about?

“And…?” Switch prodded.

“Fenrir.” She scratched behind my ear. “He’s fierce, and monstrous in size. I think it’s the perfect name.”

“Oh,” Switched nodded. “Hawke will be disappointed,” he whispered. “Don’t you want to name him Fluffy? Something nicer?”

My mate scoffed. “Why would I name him Fluffy when he has patches of hair missing? If anything, I should call him Patches.”

Switch snorted and laughed, his arms going to his stomach.

I snarled at both of them, leaving them to laugh amongst themselves, and stood away from them.

Those little pricks.

Once they were done, Emm stood closer to Switch. “I don’t think you have bad intentions, Switch. I know you are trying to get information for Tajah, but I can’t let you in my computer. Besides, I’ve got a firewall you can’t beat once you get past my scrambler.”

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