Page 92 of Wolf Cursed
“What do you think?” Silas answered for me.
Oscar rushed forward, stepping between me and Silas.
“She’s not fighting tonight,” Oscar said. “In fact, I thought she was with the twins until they showed up,” he muttered, shooting Idrissa a dark look.
“She volunteered,” Drake said.
I glared at him.
“This is bullshit,” Idrissa said.
“Let her go,” Oscar said, his voice a low growl. “She doesn’t belong here, and you know it.”
My hands fisted at that. I knew Oscar was just trying to protect me, but if one more person told me I didn’t belong, I was going to scream.
“Well, someone ought to explain that to her then,” Silas bit out. “She’s the one who crashed our party.”
Drake shot me a smug look, and I gritted my teeth. New goal. Get strong enough to kick Drake’s ass.
“Besides, she’s seen too much to remain an outsider,” Silas went on. He gestured to the hexerei. “She can’t be allowed to keep walking around with our secrets. Not until she proves herself.”
“She will,” Oscar said. “But not tonight. You already went too far, putting Gordon through this. Look at him. He’s—”
Oscar stopped, and I followed his gaze to where Gordon had been lying in his own blood.
Now he was gone.
The hexerei held up his hands. “It wasn’t me,” he said.
“Like hell.” Presley started for him, and the hexerei backed away.
A blur of movement startled me, and I watched as a huge gray wolf leaped from the trees, its claws aimed straight for the hexerei.
Someone screamed.
It might have been me.
Everyone moved at once.
Oscar shoved me back toward the corner of the barn that remained intact. Most of the others backed off to give the wolf space. Presley and Silas rushed forward, straight at the oncoming wolf. Presley grabbed the wolf, using his arms to take it down in a sort of hug-tackle that pinned the wolf’s claws to its body. Halfway to the ground, Presley shifted and knocked the wolf back again, this time with four paws. Silas went for the hexerei.
My breath caught as I watched, terrified Silas was going to end the guy’s life right here and now. But instead, he pulled the hexerei back into the barn and away from Gordon-the-drunk-and-murdery-werewolf.
“Relax, spook, tonight’s not your night,” Silas said as they ducked back inside. “We aren’t done with you quite yet.”
The way he said the words sent a shiver down my spine.
Then Oscar was in my face, forcing my attention on him. “Listen to me You’re going to take these keys.” He pressed his truck keys into my palm so hard that it hurt. “You’re going to drive home and lock yourself inside and not open the door for anyone. Do you hear me?”
He sounded pissed.
And honestly, so was I.
But I also wanted to live.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good. Now—”
