Page 71 of Cold Foot Revenge
“Because I Challenged him for Alpha.”
“You what?” he asked, easing back. A little half-smile clung to his lips.
“I got mad about being forced to Turn Crystal,” she said, gesturing to where the coyote was still laying on her belly, looking around at the destruction in the room. “So, I Challenged him for Alpha.”
“I like her,” Garret said from the other side of the bar.
“Me too,” the woman sitting in the bar stool next to him said.
“Raynah?” Roxy guessed.
“Stripper?” Raynah guessed back.
Roxy laughed and hung her head. “Not anymore.” She gestured around the destroyed room. “Pretty sure I’m fired.”
“Dylan didn’t ever say your name,” she said, approaching.
“I’m Roxy.”
“Nice to meet you Roxy,” Raynah said, offering her hand for a shake. “This is Garret,” she said, introducing her mate after they shook hands.
“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. I uh…I tried to find you from before,” Roxy said.
“You did?” Garret asked, confused.
“Yeah, long story. Look, this place is about to be crawling with police as well as the townsfolk with their pitch forks.”
“Oh, no there won’t,” Raynah said easily. “We have a witch named Jess sitting just outside the front door. No one within a mile radius will even be able to see the smoke from this place. She’s in their heads. Her mate is on the phone with Damon now to figure out what we need to do.”
“Damon,” she murmured. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Damon Daye, would you?” she asked.
“Yep, the blue dragon himself. He’s been watching this town for a while. He called it ‘the armpit of shifter culture’ here.”
“Wait, how are you guys even here right now?” Dylan asked in a hoarse voice. “Wreck isn’t even due for a few hours still.
“We were already all on our way here when you were talking to Wreck and Garret on the phone.
Roxy glanced at Grave’s body again in disbelief that it was really over, and she was still standing.
Today was supposed to be her death-day but Dylan had changed that.
He rubbed her back in small circles. “It’s a bad day, not a bad life.”
And something about those words broke something inside of her in a good way.
Hope was building in her again.
She’d heard rumors about Damon Daye, and the mountains he protected. If he was trying to figure this out with the Cold Foot Crew, maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.
Dylan seemed relaxed, and calm, and so did his brother, and Raynah. Crystal didn’t seem ready to Change back quite yet, but she was already sitting up while she observed her surroundings.
Today they would all be in shock. Maybe. The Cold Foot Crew looked comfortable under fire, and she wondered what had made them so strong like this. She would be in shock, and take time to process, and so would Crystal, but this Crew of strangers was already coming up with a strategy to move forward.
The Grit-Bron Crew members that Wreck had saved were laying down on the benches near the pool tables, looking ill as hell. Nick was white as a sheet, but when he caught her eye, he nodded once in respect.
Okay. Emotion welled up inside of her. Okay.
She’d showed them evil could bleed. Grave was really gone. He wouldn’t hurt anyone else ever again. Leech either. Together with the Cold Foot Crew, she and Dylan had cut the poison right out of this town.
