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I stare up at the remains of a very human, very mauled male body and swear.
First Nisha and now this?
Fucking hell.
Caine steps into my back, his hellfire gaze bare under the shade of the trees. “Gage is on the way.”
I nod. “Feel like helping me get him down?”
He brushes past me and his hands weave. Crimson magick spirals around the body, lifting it with ease and lowering it to the forest floor. Caine lets the magick disperse into nothing. I crouch beside the body and grimace.
“Shredded,” I mutter as Caine comes into view next to me.
“Teeth?”
I point at several long slashes in one muscular thigh. “And claw.”
“Shifter?”
“Most like,” I say and can’t hide my frustration.
“Same one that attacked Nisha?” he asks.
My eyes dip of their own accord to the two women nearby. Nisha stands with Daisy, a new unopened bottle of water in hand. She isn’t freaking out, but there is a rigidness to her body now. Not to mention her scent is riddled in fear and anger.
So much anger.
“Maybe,” I murmur.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Callus’ voice rips under the trees and I can’t quite stop my growl.
I climb to my feet and face him. “Exactly what I fucking tried to warn you about last night.”
His already glowing eyes track behind me to the dead male and he stills. Then his gaze raises to me. “Did you do this?”
Nisha makes a sound behind him.
I ignore it and glower at the Alpha. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He crosses his arms. “You’ve been gone for seven fucking years, Faust. Now you show back up and I have a dead human on pack land.”
My arms cord and I close my hands into fists. “Maybe you developed a taste for flesh, Callus.” His neck colors in the dimness of the trees. “Who knows?”
I take a step closer. “But I warned you last night that you had a rogue on pack land. You didn’t want to listen. But I bet you fucking will now.”
His teeth bare and he crowds my front. “You’re a guest at Silver Rock. I can easily dismiss that status. Your call.”
My chest bumps his and claws rip from my fingertips.
Cold water splashes over the side of my face and I back up, sputtering. “What the fuck?”
Nisha glowers at both of us, empty bottle in hand. “Are you both fucking kidding me?” she demands loudly.
Callus turns to her, hair dripping.
She throws the bottle at us and props her hands on her hips. “There is a fucking dead human and you both are turning this shit into a god-damn pissing match.” Her sea-green eyes are dark as they track first over myself and then the Alpha. “Call the fucking cops. The coroner. Do something productive besides measuring your fucking dicks.”
