Page 76 of Seduced By the Werewolves

“Mrs. Smith?” I ask, dumbfounded. But now her hair is down, and she has a gun of her own in hand. “What are you doing here?”

“I tracked your car.” She quirks an eyebrow at me. “So there are four of them now?” she asks. With a sad shake of her head, she says, “I don’t want to have to do this, especially not to all five of you. I wish you’d been alone, Ms. Dockett.”

I back up, but Leon tightens his arm around me.

“Do what?” I ask, my voice tight. But I think I already know the answer, because why else would she be here with a battalion of armed guards?

She means to kill us.

“Clean up this mess. It’s already been such a long night.” Beatrice sighs as if this is all very tedious. “I wish Orland hadn’t pulled you into this because you seem like a nice girl, Tiffany. But here we are.”

I’m wishing that now, too. “Where is Mr. Bosley?” A stone settles in the pit of my stomach. “Isn’t your problem with him? I haven’t done anything.”

A faint smile crosses her face. “Oh, he’s not a problem anymore.”

My throat goes dry. She can’t be saying what I think she’s saying.

“You…” My blood feels cold, and goosebumps spread down my arms. “You murdered him?”

Beatrice frowns. “What a harsh way of putting it. That makes me sound so cold-blooded, Ms. Dockett.”

She killed my fucking boss, and she’s talking about it like she put down a rabid dog.

“And now I’m next?” This is how it ends? That’s too stupid. I refuse to die for Mr. Bosley’s scheme.

“I told you to quit your job.” Beatrice narrows her eyes. “Now you know too much. And that idiot Orland made sure your name was all over everything.”

I pull Leon closer, because now I’m terrified for him. If she wants to take me out, then that means they’re all in danger, too.

The six suited men step forward, snapping their holsters open.

“As if.” Quinn laughs, tilting his head up to the moon. “Nice night tonight, isn’t it?” Beatrice furrows her brow in confusion, and a wide grin crosses Quinn’s face. “Full moons are omens, you know. A lot can happen on a night like tonight.”

And then he changes. Brown fur erupts across Quinn’s body, and there comes the sound of creaking as his bones elongate, making him taller and taller until he’s long past his usual werewolf size. I can only stare, my mouth ajar as his face stretches out into a snout and his lips peel back in a sneer. His tail emerges with a pop! and unfurls behind him as he stands there, eight or nine feet tall, like a true monster.

Our visitors gasp at the immense werewolf in front of them, and a few of the men murmur, slipping their guns from their holsters. For all of Quinn’s confidence, they’re armed. What chance do four creatures, made of flesh and blood, stand against bullets?

Even Beatrice is taken aback by what she sees. She eyes Quinn up and down.

“Some rather special boyfriends you found, Ms. Dockett. Just when you think you’ve seen it all...”

Quinn laughs, and it’s a feral sound. “You haven’t seen shit, lady.”

He squares his body, his claws extended, and poises to lunge.

“Quinn,” I whimper, reaching for him. “Don’t!”

A safety clicks. There’s a sudden flash of movement, and one of the men screams before any shots can be fired. Quinn has gone from standing next to me to being on top of his victim, pinning down the man’s body with one huge paw, his jaws wrapped around his throat. Leon pushes me behind him, and soon he’s changing, too. In the darkness, Eli’s black shape is like a shadow flying through the air as he tackles two of the other men at the same time. He’s enormous now, rippling with barely restrained muscle, as if he’s been pumped full of blood. I’ve never seen anything so monstrous, the personification of death itself.

Air rushes past me as Leon joins the fray, a massive white beast full of teeth and claws. He slashes with one huge paw, sending a man flying and slamming into a tree, his body falling to the ground.

Jace leans down to me, huge and gray, his eyes twinkling. He licks my face. “Don’t worry. These guys can’t stop us.”

A gunshot rings out, and Leon howls.

“No!” I cry out, moving to run toward him, but Jace holds me back.

“Stay here,” he says firmly. “Leon will be fine.” I have a hard time believing that as red drips down Leon’s bicep, and he turns on the man who shot him. The white wolf leaps, ripping the gun out of the man’s hand—along with some of his arm.

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