Page 57 of Her Wolf's Demands

“Here,” Malone pulled me towards the roundabout. “I can smell him.”

Ah, yes, it hit me again, wafting between the people who crossed the road alongside us, heading towards the pier.

The chatter, music, and car engines attacked my ears. I had to clench my hands to stop myself from snapping at the two pretty women who dawdled in front of us, remarking on the way other women dressed in jeans all the time.

Fuck me, if I had such trivial things to worry about, my life would be a bloody fairy-tale. Who cared if women wore jeans? Their funky print dresses weren’t exactly winning designer awards. Okay, I needed to pass the women before I got even more offended.

My jeans were form fitting and practical. They were-

“Della?” Malone hissed in my ear. “Are you with me?”

The raspy depths of his voice broke me out of my stupid inner dialogue. Who the fuck cared what anyone wore? There were more important things to worry about. Like saving my brother, who appeared on the other side of the road, his profile recognisable straight away.

My whole being quaked as he shot down the steps leading to the aquarium. Why was he going to look at fish?

Pulling Malone, I dragged him across the next road and bumped everyone out of the way as I jogged down the steps. I ignored the moans, protests and even abuse. I had to get my brother before it was too late.

“Drake!”

I couldn’t see him in the swarm of people who entered the aquarium, but his smell smacked into me, letting me know that I was on the right track. If we hurried, we could stop him from… watching sharks?

Malone squeezed my hand, stopping me as the queue stalled our progress. I couldn’t see over the heads of those in front of me to determine whether Drake had already gone inside.

Looking up at my man, I raised my eyebrows. “Well? You’re a giant, can you see him?”

Grunting in true giant fashion, Malone shook his head. “Nope.”

“Well, that was helpful, Sherlock.”

Holding my arm in the air, I whispered an invisibility spell. I didn’t want to raise suspicion, especially if there were any witches around. Once the light cloak of magic brushed our skin, I bounded forward like a mother-fucking bowling ball. Everyone frowned and gasped as we barrelled past, knocking them out of the way. Just a few more and I’d have a strike.

“Sorry,” Malone said behind me when he trod on a man’s foot.

As we came out of the other side of the queue, I looked back, smiling at my man. His big heart would melt mine.

“We were invisible…” I bit my lip to prevent myself from laughing as I released the spell. “… That man would’ve just heard your floating voice.”

Pulling his brows low, Malone tutted. “Bloody witches.”

“Hybrid-witch, remember?” I joked back, gasping when I turned to see Drake stride up to Ertha just as she emerged from the entrance to the next chamber of the aquarium.

Neither one of us spoke as we surged forward, following the others. Fear grasped hold of me, giving me the adrenaline to propel through the archway and into the next room.

“Drake!” I called, halting when they both turned to look in our direction.

Ertha’s eyes widened, her teeth showing in a sneer. She whispered something to Drake, who shook his head at me before turning and hurrying down the tunnel with the elder.

Grief and anger sent me into a heated rage. Malone knew my intention before I’d made it, running forward and taking me with him. We had to get Drake away from Ertha, even though he’d clearly set up the meeting with her.

“I’m going to kill that bitch,” I muttered under my breath.

Malone’s super hearing heard me and he chuckled. He wouldn’t stop me, although it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to end the leader of a whole coven. They already hated me and wanted my blood. If I took down their precious elder, they’d gather all resources, including witches from other covens and take us all down. Best to try and keep my temper.

Who was I fucking kidding? I was going to make her hurt.

Heat singed my arms as we came into the entrance of the tunnel. Above us was shit tons of water with fish swimming around, happily ignorant to the paranormal creatures beneath them.

Ertha paused halfway down the tunnel. Spinning, she grabbed Drake, bringing a dagger out of her sleeve and pressing it against his neck.

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