Page 24 of The Forty-Year-Old Virgin Witch

Ten

Luka

“Go outside and walk it off.”

I didn’t take orders from any vamp, but I was shaking too hard with need to do anything else helpful. I could still feel Aggie’s pulse beat under my lips, and how she’d sank into my embrace as though it were a warm bath. I remembered how her mouth had parted with ease, and the taste of the salt that had coated her skin—

Fuck, I was rock hard.

I paced the back garden, trying not to shift. The next full moon was only a week away, but I should have better control than this. What I needed was a distraction—a task of some sort.

Quinn’s smug face floated in front of me, and my mood shifted.

Yes. Perfect.

I pounced over the garden fence, easily catching his scent. I would follow him and find out more about this … coven who’d hired him. Then Karl and I could protect Aggie—

I paused. Since when had it become ‘Karl and I’? My dad’s voice was in my ears, chiding me.

Pack is pack. We don’t always choose it—it chooses us.

I growled, imagining he’d likely want to take those words back if he knew it involved a witch and a vamp of all things.

It was child’s play to track Quinn’s scent back into town, and specifically to one building. Darkness crept across the landscape, but that suited me just fine. His trail led me to the florist’s shop, but it appeared closed. The window shades were drawn and the lights off. I crept closer, my keen ears catching voices from inside.

I smirked; Quinn was a naughty boy. An idea popped into my head, and I thought it would be justice for what he’d done to Aggie. Her devastated face at the sight of her ruined cupboard boiled my blood just thinking of it.

So I kicked in the door as dramatically as possible.

A female screamed—I was so glad Aggie wasn’t prone to shrieking like that—and I heard Quinn swear. I flicked the lights on, laughing as a woman toppled from the top of a table, failing in her attempts to cover herself. Quinn spun around, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I will kill you.” He seethed.

I cracked my neck, welcoming the chance for a real fight. “You’re free to try.”

He lunged at me, the glow and scent of magick making my nose flare in warning. I turned and kicked out with my legs, sending him crashing into a floral display. My ears were ringing from the woman’s shrieks, and I turned and snarled at her.

“Will you shut up?”

She gaped at me and went silent, her blonde hair askew and fake tits bouncing. Part of me should feel bad for destroying her shop, but really, she should have better taste in men. More concerning was the magick—what was this guy? Shooting me a glare, he walked over to the woman and put a hand on the back of her neck. She slumped to the ground unconscious.

“Thank Christ. Now where were we?”

Quinn ran out the back door. I followed, shifting into my wolf form as soon as we were in the back street. Shit! For a human, he was fast!

I doubled my efforts, catching up to him in seconds. Quinn swore then struck out at me, magick ripping into my face and blinding me. I yowled in pain and then Karl was there, tackling Quinn into the side of a large metal dumpster. He was knocked out immediately.

“You know, I think I prefer him unconscious.”

Karl dusted himself off, his precise dress clothes as neat as they ever were. He hauled Quinn over his shoulders like he was an errant child and looked off into the distance.

“Meet you at the water tower.”

I blinked, and he was gone. Goddamnit! I ran through town, keeping to the alleys so my wolf form wouldn’t be seen. Once I reached the woods, I was finally able to go into a flat-out run, unable to help the stupid grin on my face as the wind raced through my fur. The village’s water tower sat near the base of the mountain, half a mile or so from Aggie’s cottage and barely accessible to even the service trucks with its overgrown, rarely trod road. I launched myself at the base of the water tower and shifted back to my human form. Wolves didn’t do tiny stairs.

At the top, Karl dangled Quinn over the edge, his face a hard mask.

“You guys are fucking crazy!” Quinn shouted, but his voice was mostly lost to the wind.

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