Page 6 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

Colt and Grayson come to help me stand but I disregard their outstretched hands. I don’t need their help. I already look like a fool. I rise to my feet, standing near Mateo’s body and staring the wolves down.

Zander, X, and Tyra rush over to me, encircling me in a group hug and distracting me from the shifters. Their touch is comforting and I relish in it for a mere second before pulling back to glance at them.

“What are you guys doing out here?”

X’s watery eyes meet mine. “We heard the wolves and when no one came for us, we decided to investigate.”

“Your friends are brave, Demi,” Evelyn says, striding over and taking in our hunter sandwich. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “I’m fine.”

She narrows her dark eyes at the sharp bite in my voice. “Mateo did this to you, not me. Check your anger before I do it for you.”

Fucking hell. She’s right.

When I dip my head in acknowledgement, she smirks.

“Good. Deal with the mutts before I get hungry.” She flashes her fangs at Iris.

Warning growls respond to her threat.

She chuckles. “Bad dogs.”

“Evelyn.” Colt’s voice has a clear message.

Shut up.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she sighs. “No one ever lets me have any fun.”

I ignore Evelyn and face the Elder Wolf. “I didn’t kill Blaze.”

“I know, Hunter. Which is why I need your help.”

Excuse me?

The audacity, y’all. The. Audacity.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I clench my jaw.

“You’re our only hope of finding him.”

“That’s not true. Go find Gerry, he can help you. Get out of my sight before I kill you. Your little bodyguard can’t protect you.”

The man bristles at the word little.

My vision tinges with red. She wants my help after she insisted Mateo murder me?

Here we have a classic case of dumb bitch energy. Pun intended.

“Demetria, hear me out.” The wolf steps out of her protector’s arms and closes the gap between us.

Rage trickles through my blood. A burst of power rushes through me and everything switches to slow motion.

Note to self: Hunter strength is increased when experiencing righteous fury.

Lashing out, I grab her throat and lift her off the ground. Then I slam her into the concrete and pin her in place. Snapping jaws, snarls, and fists hitting flesh assaults my ears but I don’t have time to see who is taking care of the other wolves for me.

Iris’s eyes are glowing yellow and she’s growling at me.

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