Page 24 of Her Fierce Dragon
“My two favorite ugly friends,” Jodos called out at their approach. He knocked back his drink and stood from his stool.
“Jodos.” Feno greeted his friend with a manly hug.
They slapped each other on the back.
“And where is the little mate I’ve heard you’ve gone out and found?” Jodos asked, checking behind him.
“She’s at the condo. I didn’t want to risk her getting injured tonight,” Feno murmured.
A shifter sitting at the bar must have heard him because his head snapped to Feno, but as soon as their eyes met, the man abandoned his seat and moved away.
“I see everyone knows you here.” Jodos chuckled and tossed a few bills at the bartender.
Feno looked for Jewels but didn’t see her. It must have been her night off, which meant that he didn’t have to ensure her safety if and when things got crazy.
“Something like that,” he offered and took the abandoned seat.
“I’d like a drink, if you guys don’t mind.” Vander leaned against the bar and flagged down the bartender.
Feno took the time to lean back and assess the room. He would know the shifter from anywhere. His gaze landed on a burly man with long stringy hair that Feno scented all the way across the crowded bar.
“Bingo,” he murmured.
Vander and Judos followed his eyes.
“Let’s get this over with,” Vander announced then knocked his shot back.
Feno pushed off the barstool and moved toward the unsuspecting shifter. He could see Brick from the corner of his eye, moving into a better position. Feno snorted at the fact that the bear shifter thought he was going to prevent a fight tonight.
Not happening.
If Feno had to beat the answers out of the shifter, he would. The crowd parted as the three dragons made their way to the shifter’s table. They made one hell of a sight. All eyes in the bar were on them. The room grew silent. Feno stood behind the shifter.
Vander and Jodos flanked his sides. Feno waited for the shifter to become aware that he was standing behind him. Feno crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited.
The wolf reeked of alcohol, as did his buddies. Feno scowled at the sight of the sorry piece of fur in front of him. The wolf turned around slowly, his beady eyes rising to meet Feno’s.
“Look who’s back to get another ass whipping,” the drunkard slurred, while his buddies around the table chuckled. His little band of wolves were all just as stinking drunk as their leader.
“As I recall, it was me who kicked all of your asses,” Feno growled, his powers shaking glasses and bottles.
The drunk shifters were poor excuses for wolves, and now that Feno could really look at the bunch, he could tell they did not belong to any pack around Westwend. There was no way that any of the packs would allow such a group.
“That’s a lie!” The shifter rose from his chair, pushing his chest into Feno’s.
Feno refused to budge. He towered over the shifter by at least a half a foot.
“Me and the boys whooped your sorry ass. What do you want? Another go round?”
If this was any other night, Feno would have laughed.
Feno’s hand shot out, and he grabbed the shifter by his neck and lifted him until his eyes were level with Feno’s. The shifter’s feet dangled in the air as he struggled to breathe.
Feno noted that Brick was slowly making his way toward them, and the other wolves scrambled to their feet. Vander and Jodos readied for a fight.
“What I want are answers,” Feno growled, squeezing the wolf’s throat. He pushed his powers out, exerting himself as the alpha between the two of them. His powers would cause any shifter to submit to him.
Curses surrounded them. His power spread throughout the bar, the patrons also hit with his energy.
