Page 23 of Wild Wolf

Cain threw a punch which Sin dodged before slapping him in return then taking off down the path at a sprint with a wild giggle.

Cain shot after him furiously and I watched them go while Ethan took my hand and kept pace at my side, Hastings trailing along behind us like a dutiful puppy.

“It’s nice when the kids entertain themselves for a bit, isn’t it?” Ethan purred and the smile which had found me since seeing that douchey little moustache on Cain’s upper lip remained in place while we walked on.

The moon glimmered overhead and for some reason, I felt more sure than ever that we were on the path which would bring us back to Roary and guide our pack home together at last.

CHAPTER TEN

“This is bad,” I hissed.

“As bad as a sinning lemon in a church full of pious melons? Lemons are the anti-melons by the way,” Sin whispered back as he shuffled closer beside me in the long grass.

We were up on a hill, looking down into the town that swept away towards the sea in a narrow cove, a dock full of boats sitting there and waiting to be claimed. But unlike the quiet village we’d been expecting according to Jerome, this place was hosting some kind of wild party. A party that had gotten so out of hand that the FIB had shown up and were handcuffing a bunch of teenagers who had set a bakery alight.

“Any thoughts, love?” I asked, turning from Sin to Rosalie on my other side. The deep red of her hair caught my attention, the change making her look older somehow, or perhaps that was just the pain in her eyes. I liked the red but I preferred the black of her natural colour, the darkness suiting her best, dressing her up in swathes of night sky even on the brightest of days so that she could always appear close to the moonlight.

“Maybe we have no choice but to kill them all,” Hastings said darkly just beyond her, flicking his head so his fringe swept to the right then fell back over his eyes.

Rosalie clucked her tongue at him. “Don’t be an idiota,” she hissed. “The FIB aren’t here for us. We can sneak through the town.”

“I say we head for the cliff and travel via the water,” Cain suggested from beyond Hastings.

“The moustached fruit loop has a point,” Sin agreed in a rough voice, still wearing the face of the long-haired man with the apparently small cock. “But the thing is…”

“What?” I turned to him, finding him springing to his feet.

“Distractions are more fun!” He raced off down the hill, shooting blasts of fire towards the sky and yodelling at the top of his lungs.

“Holy fuck,” I cursed.

“A plan’s a plan, even if it is one dipped in insanity.” Rosalie shoved to her feet, directing us after her down the right of the hillside while Sin skipped away to the left, causing more and more of a ruckus as he went.

“Can’t catch me!” he yelled, dropping his disguised form to reveal his true face and hurling something from his pocket at the group of FIB which looked suspiciously like a lemon. It whacked one of them in the head and they turned form the teenagers they were apprehending, finding Sin cartwheeling their way, his hands and feet on fire, setting light to the grass as he went.

“He’ll get himself caught,” Cain said gruffly, and I was surprised that he didn’t sound entirely hopeful about that prospect. More concerned if anything.

“He’s got this,” Rosalie tossed back at us. “Now keep close.”

“I’m ready to die,” Hastings gritted out, flicking his fringe again with a toss of his head. “Chaos calls my name.”

“Sure it does, bud.” I slapped him on the shoulder, shoving him ahead of us because his legs weren’t moving fast enough for my liking.

We made it to a busy street of partying Fae where banners with an image of a black sun hung around them on the walls. Rosalie slowed her pace, snatching a cup of wine from a woman’s hand.

“Hail to the moon!” she howled.

“Awooo!” a few random Wolves howled in agreement, looking her way and recognising an Alpha in their midst.

I snatched a cup too, blending in as we moved through the crowd and chancing a look over my shoulder to try and catch sight of Sin. The hillside was going up in a blaze and I could just hear the shouts of FIB as they tried to capture him. It was a risky plan, but of course Sin had chosen this route instead of the subtle one. It was his ass on the line so I wasn’t complaining, but the thought of him being caught did tug on something in my chest.

He had become a friend, unlikely as that prospect had once been. But his brand of madness was growing on me, and a wild creature like that didn’t belong in the depths of Darkmore. Sure, his victims might say differently, but from what he’d told me of his ethos, they tended to be of the nasty variety, so all the better that he was out here killing Fae like that anyway.

“What are they celebrating?” I muttered to Cain and as he shrugged, a woman with her tits out and the planets painted around her nipples leapt towards me.

“You must know! It’s Earth’s Aphelion! We’ve been partying since dawn!”

“Oh, that’s tonight?” I said, though I’d had no idea it was even coming up.

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