Page 20 of Guardians of the Assassins
Like he’d been worried about her reaction.
His form melted down, and she immediately glanced away, heat scalding her cheeks when she caught a glimpse of his bare ass—his very nice, firm bare ass. Her attention hovered on the giant moon tattoo etched across his back from shoulder to shoulder, then it flicked toward the alphas, and she narrowed her eyes, not trusting they wouldn’t attack while he was vulnerable.
Thankfully, someone tossed him a pair of sweats.
Now that the immediate threat was gone, a few of the alphas had gotten back their mettle. Even worse, a couple appeared pleased, and she suspected that they'd been set up.
The alphas had organized the whole thing.
They’d wanted proof that theloup garoureally existed, and now they had it.
They didn’t want her…they wanted him.
Over my dead body.
It was all she could do to hold back her magic, and she gritted her teeth against the urge to strip away their flesh and make their pack play fetch with their bones.
“We’re leaving,” she snarled at the alphas, and both of her men stiffened, coming to rest at her side. She nudged them back, pushing them toward the door, scowling when they tried to put her first.
But as they neared the door, it opened and a group of ten wolves entered. They were massive, a wildness to them that said they’ve seen combat and knew how to handle themselves. One looked like his throat had been ravaged by a vicious beast, while another man had claws raked over his face, barely missing his eyes.
Since they were wolves, they should have healed instantly.
But they hadn’t, and it revealed just how serious they’d been injured.
Caedmon moved to stand in front of her, firmly shoving her behind his back, while Ryder whirled and faced the Assembly. There was so much testosterone in the room that it threatened to choke her.
Which just pissed her off more.
She shoved away from the guys, ignoring them when they cursed and moved to keep her close. She glared at the alphas, noting that half of them wore smug expressions. “What’s the meaning of this?”
“Loup garouwere once wolves.” One of the alphas who had been silent before stepped forward. He was shorter than the others, not as bulky. Despite being the runt of the litter, the rest of the alphas gave him a wide berth, like he was one of those hyperactive, yippy dogs that had gone feral. “We intend to rectify that and welcome them back in the fold.”
It was an order, not an invitation, and her eyebrows rose. “And if we decline?”
He smiled, his mouth full of sharp fangs that shouldn’t have been possible to fit in a human mouth. “Then we can take what we need off your dead bodies.”
Instead of fear, Morgan smiled, and two of the alphas discretely stepped to the side, making themselves smaller targets. Whatever was happening, they wanted no part of it.
The others just ignored her, like she was a stupid female that didn’t have the capacity to understand what was happening.
Idiots.
Now that they were no longer playing by the rules, she didn’t have to either.
She sent a pulse of magic into the ground, then smiled when she felt it hit the statues outside. Their feet peeled away from the pedestals, and the main wolf tipped back his head and howled. It was eerie, a metallic tone that echoed in his chest until it sounded like hundreds of wolves. The statues didn’t charge inside the building, but circled around to the back.
Unease skittered through the room when the first pair of metal wolves paced outside the window and looked into the room with their soulless eyes. One wolf brushed against the glass, and a horrible screech filled the room, loud enough to make her eardrums bleed, as the metal carved deep gouges out of the window.
More and more wolves appeared, a dozen in total, each stalking the men inside the room, their heads tilted at an unnatural angle that said they were not human. The warriors in the room instinctively took a step back, a whine of unease rumbling in their chests.
“You’re doing this,” the shorter alpha accused, glaring at her in annoyance that she would dare go against him.
“Of course.” She smirked, discreetly slipping her arm against both Ryder and Caedmon. The men were smart enough not to react outwardly, their muscles easing under her touch. She usually preferred having room to fight, but that didn’t really work well when confronted by wolves.
They liked to get in close and personal, fighting dirty with claws and fangs.
She glanced at the other alphas, ignoring the one who thought he was in charge. “I’m going to have to decline your polite offer. Next time you come after me or mine, I will see it as an act of aggression. If you change your mind and decide to seek my help, send Louis. M’kay? Bye.”
