Page 45 of Cruel Revenge
“You don’t have the authority to tell me that,” Heath said. The officer, in his fear of Landon, had moved out of the way, so Heath touched the gas and moved. He drove right up to thetape and parked, not bothering to close the window. He cut the engine and got out.
“Stay here for a moment. Let me talk to them,” he said to the others, particularly Shamus.
Already, there were officers running over to him, yelling orders with their guns drawn. Flashes bothered his eyes already. The cameras were out. They were probably live on every level of news available.
“HANDS UP!”
“GET ON THE GROUND!”
“Are any of you BSA?” he called out, leaning against his truck. “Because if you aren’t, you should call them.”
The mass screaming stopped as someone started waving them to silence, the guy in charge of this herd of officers. Once the screaming stopped, with just the drawn weapons remaining, that officer stepped out in front of the others.
“Mr. Everson! We don’t have time for supernatural games. We have two dead. You need to leave or surrender for arrest!” someone clearly called out. “You can’t be here!”
“Did anyone here even call the BSA?” Heath asked in return.
“They’ve been called, but these bodies are human,” the man said back.
“As far as you know,” Heath said, shaking his head.
“Jacky Leon bit a man nearly in half.”
“I’m here to find out where my daughter has been taken. And the one Jacky killed was a threat to my daughter’s life and safety. I’m not going to destroy evidence. I’m here with the legal right to step in where there are potentially dead werewolves. You need to call the BSA.”
“Goddamn feds,” the man snapped. He pulled out his phone, though, and started hitting buttons. Heath waited, arms crossed in annoyance. This was slowing everyone down. While waiting,he got a call and took his phone, blaring at full volume from Shamus from inside the truck.
“Teagan?” That wolf was with the werecats, so there had to be news.
“It’s me,” Hasan said. “You can’t come here. No matter what. We will meet you at Jacky’s house.”
“What’s wrong?” Heath reminded himself to keep breathing.
“We found Jacky, and that’s all you need to know,” Hasan growled. “You will do what you must in the city, and we will meet you back at Jacky’s home.”
“No Carey?” Heath asked. “Any werewolves?”
“Only Jacky. She’s the only one here,” Hasan said.
Heath was lucky he was leaning on the truck. He held on to his Talent, keeping it up to keep everyone from knowing just what rushed through him.
Utter despair.
“Thank you for letting me know,” Heath said simply, keeping his voice devoid of emotion. He couldn’t let anything escape him. “We’ll see you back there when we can.”
The officer was yelling into his phone now but looked like he was losing. When the call ended, the officer was glaring at Heath.
“Fucking supernatural bullshit,” he said. “Fine. Everyone, we’re on fucking control of the press duty. Everson and his people are allowed to do whatever they want here.”
“What?”
“Sir!”
The protests happened, but the officers listened to orders. Once they were moving across the street, Heath waved for his wolves to follow him. Shamus got around the truck fast, but he was beaten by Dirk and Landon, who could just jump out of the back.
People screamed as they realized just how large Landon was. He was around five feet tall at the shoulder now. People didn’t realize just how big and powerful werewolves got. Heath’s wolf was just as big. They would only get bigger as they adjusted to their place in the werewolf hierarchy. Pictures were taken. Video was probably going out to the world. The BSA was probably furious, someone sitting in their office, making notes of everything happening.
Years of goodwill were being destroyed because of this.
