Page 60 of Wolf Cursed
“Okay. So, magic is real. And your pack is spelled or something?” I said slowly, trying to put the pieces together.
“Sort of.”
“Cursed,” Isaac said, looking strained as he pushed the word out.
“Okay, your pack is cursed by magic,” I said.
“Yes, exactly.” Isaac smiled like I’d just figured out some complicated math problem.
“We call ourselves the Lone Wolf Pack because that’s what we are. A bunch of lone wolves banded together.”
“Wait. Lone Wolf… That’s the symbol I saw on that biker’s vest. The name of the motorcycle club.” I looked from her to Isaac. “That’s the name of your pack?”
“Original, I know,” she said with an eye roll.
Uh, originality was not my concern.
“Are you telling me you’re all part of that biker gang?”
Isaac took one look at my expression and cackled. “Is that more disturbing than knowing we’re all wolf shifters?”
“Well, yeah. Kinda,” I admitted. “Bikers are notoriously dangerous.”
Idrissa lifted a brow.
I sighed. “Touché,” I muttered.
Isaac hooted, clearly enjoying this. I thought back to the brawling men I’d seen at the bar, Bo’s. So, everyone in Ridley Falls was a wolf. And everyone was also in a biker gang. I’d never underestimate the weirdness of my life again.
“Also, I can’t really picture you in a leather vest,” I told Isaac.
“So true,” Isaac agreed. “Leather chaps, sure, but the vest is way too cliché for me.”
Idrissa folded her arms. “You two done yet?”
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “Sorry, you were saying. You’re all in a pack, but you’re lone wolves because you don’t have an alpha. What does that have to do with magic? Or a curse?”
“For starters, I’m sure you’ve noticed that without an alpha, our wolves are a bit unsettled.”
“Unsettled?” My brows rose. “Is that what we’re calling the violence and the mayhem I saw at that bar the other day?”
“We don’t exactly have control—”
Her words were cut off by the revving of a loud engine from the direction of the main road followed by a chorus of yells that sounded urgent.
“Shit,” Idrissa hissed, jerking her gaze to Isaac’s. They shared a nervous look.
“Who is that?” I asked as the yelling grew louder. Closer.
The engine cut off.
I stood as the twins shoved to their feet, grabbing bags and pulling me toward the exit.
“What the hell,” Idrissa snarled, stopping short.
Peering past her shoulder, I saw a figure blocking the alleyway we’d used to come in. Broad shoulders. Longish hair.
Silas.
