Page 12 of Wolf's Mark

I wasn’t about to change that now. Not even for two beautiful ladies in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yet teaching the asshole men a lesson was something I was willing and eager to do.

They approached the unsuspecting women seconds later, brandishing their weapons at the same time they issued their ugly command.

“Give us your keys or face our wrath.”

To the point, but stupid.

Both women froze, obviously shaking.

“I don’t think you want to do that, gentlemen.” I’d startled them enough that they both turned around. As expected, both were also pointing their weapons, one barrel at my head and the other at my chest. I could smell their fear, which would be of benefit.

I moved so the women couldn’t see me, but the assholes had a direct view.

“Fuck you, ass wipe. I suggest you get the fuck out of here. Get your own party girls,” one of them was stupid enough to say to me of all people.

When they laughed, I debated my actions for a maximum of three seconds. They deserved a reason to need to change their shorts. I released my wolf from his lair where he’d been sleeping, shifting just enough they were able to see the silver glow in myeyes, the dramatic change in my jawline as my canines grew and became exposed.

The horror in both men was real. I had no doubt they’d both have nightmares.

Without two seconds of hesitation, both raced toward the forest and disappeared.

“What… the… hell?” the friend asked in a breathless voice. She backed against her SUV, pressing her hand against her heart.

The other woman, the one who electrified me, headed in my direction. Instead of my nostrils being filled with the scent of fear and piss, I gathered an incredible whiff of her exotic perfume.

And her desire.

“How in God’s name did you do that? What are you, some superhero?” her friend asked, although her tone was demanding. She finally inched closer just as the beautiful woman was doing.

“Shush, Mattie,” she hissed, her eyes never leaving me. “He is confident. Right? Men like you don’t like to be called arrogant. However, how did you do that? Do you have a weapon? Are you some member of law enforcement?”

I’d been called arrogant a hundred times before, but never by a stunning woman.

“I have many weapons, but none would have been useful tonight. No, I am not a member of our police department. And yes, Iamconfident.”

“Well, thank you.” She stopped moving any closer, her lovely eyes narrowed in disbelief. “You can go now. I dismiss you.”

“What is your name?”

Her hesitation indicated trust issues. Not that I could blame her. I gathered a sense she’d been hurt before, taken advantage of by some asshole determined to bring her down.

“Tell him your damn name or I’ll do it for you.” Mattie was okay in my book.

“Fine. Sedona.”

“Well, Sedona. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me? We’ll go to a quieter location where we can talk.”

“Talk,” she repeated. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Sedona,” Mattie chastised, taking two long strides and jerking her friend’s arm so she could get in front of her. “Do you not know who that man you’re blowing off and being nasty to is?”

I resisted smirking. Mattie was whispering in hopes I wouldn’t hear her. Of course I could, my range far superior to that of a typical human.

“Why should that matter? That doesn’t change the fact he’s still a jerk.” Sedona wasn’t whispering in return. She wanted me to hear her answers, her nonchalant attitude about my deed and the man behind it.

That certainly made her even more enticing.

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