Page 64 of Act of Brotherhood
Cody sighed. “Garth, stop! This here is Wheeler. He’s a friend—an Outcast. We’re here to help, not hurt her. We were in the area following up on a call we got about a guy lurking and we find you about to shift in front of the whole fucking world! Dumbass Viking.”
Wheeler snorted. “He’s a wolf-shifter, right? They do tend to be temperamental.”
“As opposed to vampires?” questioned Cody.
Wheeler grinned. “Hey, I’m more than your average vamp and you know it, shark-boy.”
“Now isn’t the time for jokes,” said Cody.
“Shark-boy, there is always time for jokes. With our pasts if we don’t find funny where we can our lives would be very bleak.”
Garth struggled for control. They needed to know that he’d claimed Nicolette and that his evil fucking twin was close. Nicolette needed to be protected no matter what. “N-not me…lurking.”
Wheeler looked to Cody. “And they saywe’rebroken.”
“You sure you can get him away from here? I think we need to consider locking him up for his own good, so he can ride this out. It’s that or we end up chasing a fully-shifted Viking wolf through the streets of Savannah.”
“Locking him up it is,” said Wheeler, making a move to grab Garth.
Garth snarled.
Wheeler laughed. “Whatever, puppy. Let’s go.”
Everything in Garth hurt as his wolf took the lead.
“Son of a bitch!” shouted Wheeler. “Forget the girl; help me get him out of here, fast!”
That was the last Garth heard before a red haze of fury came over him.
Chapter Sixteen
One week later…
“I’m bored. Why go to such great lengths to save my life only to bore me to death later?”
Garth ignored the sound of Gram’s voice as he continued to watch his sparring opponent—one extremely annoying French vampire. Auberi would love nothing more than to lay Garth out on his ass for all to see. The man would dance and break into the French national anthem or something. Whatever the hell it was the French did when they were excited. It probably involved cheese and dogs. Maybe both at the same time. He didn’t want to know if it did.
“Let me out of here!” shouted Garth. “I will rip you apart, asshole!”
The crowd they’d attracted all laughed and threw money on a card table they’d set up in the training room.
“Who won?” asked Jannick. “Whoever bet the Viking wouldn’t make it another thirty minutes before threatening bodily injury and wanting to escape again just won a hundred bucks.”
Garth snarled.
Jannick grinned. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’m not the dumbass who had to have his ass carted back here in a cage because I got stuck in wolf form—again.”
“You’re forgetting that he was stuck in said wolf form for nearly a week now,” added Hans, picking up the money, clearly the winner of the pool. “At least he smells better now.”
“Only because we had to bathe him,” reminded Jannick.
Hans groaned. “Don’t say it like that. We didn’t bathe him so much as we threw his naked ass in the showers and barred the door.”
Jannick shrugged. “Half a dozen of this. Six of that.”
Garth tried to make a run for the door, but Auberi was expecting the move and slammed into him. The two locked horns, snarling as Garth fought to get past the dead guy.
He needed to go. He had to get back to Nicolette. She needed him.
