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I will be ready when you need me,Titan assured him.
Bosse wasn’t sure if he’d end up shot or worse, but he’d decided to battle without stopping, no matter what they faced. He could not allow any of these shifters to follow him when he went to find Alifair.
Given one chance, he would make all of them pay.
The van drove for the best part of a nauseating hour, then pulled off the smooth road to a bumpy one. One of the shifters complained about the lack of air circulating.
Kinter answered by pointing the gun at his head.
When the van stopped, Kinter and Wilson remained inside.
The driver asked quietly, “Where will you go next?”
“The UK. Our scouts have found a group of four wolf shifters hiding in a small village. Not a pack, but lone wolves who teamed up for safety.” Kinter scoffed and laughed at that idea. “Our contact has a lead on two more they should have captured by the time we get there to grab the four. By rounding up six so quickly, I might finally get a vacation. Be nice to spend some of this money.”
“I could use a break, too. It’s harder to capture them here in the States. Shifter sympathizers have hotlines offering help to lone shifters. It’s ridiculous.”
Kinter shifted in his seat to glance at the captives, then continued with the driver. “That’s why the other side of the ocean is so lucrative. They’re behind the shifters here when it comes to exposure. I just don’t want to run into SCIS.”
Bosse wondered about the SCIS. What could that be if these shifters feared it?
“Me neither. I hate to smell a jackal shifter. Nine out of ten times, it’s one of their enforcers.”
Bosse made a mental note to watch out for jackal shifters if he managed to escape.
“Heads up. Here comes the customer.” Kinter opened his door and got out. The driver hesitated a moment, then did the same.
Bosse tried not to tense up. He would worry about what that pack might do to him and Titan if he failed to escape. He told Titan,I am going to start pretending now. Do not worry.
I understand.
Bosse shook his head and let it drop back. He began breathing hard and let his eyes roll. His mouth dropped open.
Through the slit of his eyelashes, he saw the other shifters across from him cock their heads and stare.
He hunched as if his stomach was revolting and moaned.
He could hear Kinter talking to another man who said, “Sounds good. Bring them out.”
By the time the big sliding door on the side opened, Bosse had slumped over. No one seemed to notice, which was fine.
Kinter and the driver began unhooking the closest prisoners and pulling them out. Kinter warned, “We’re unhooking the chain for your ankles. I won’t shoot you in the head if you get froggy and want to jump any of us, but I can’t speak for the man paying for you.”
Again, Kinter confirmed his merchandise had to be in prime shape.
When the driver climbed in to get Bosse and the other shifter on his side, he asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
Bosse ignored him and heaved hard again.
The driver muttered, “Shit.” Then he whispered, “Kinter. Get over here.”
Kinter whipped around. “What? Get them out here.”
“This big one looks sick.”
Cursing, Kinter kept his voice low. “Bring the other one out and watch those four. I’ll take a look.”
After the sound of struggling to get the other shifter out of the van, Kinter climbed in. Bosse would know that scent to the end of his days when he tracked this bunch down.
