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Honor raised her hand, sending Hurricane into full on big brother mode. “I had scented death or close to it earlier. There was a female who was serving drinks that gave me the ick. I refused her offer to refill my beer and stuck to getting my own by saying I preferred a bottle instead of draft. She was adamant she would get me what I wanted, but I insisted I would do it myself. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was not like us. You know a shifter, but she smelled like pack.”

Nita moved away from Abe, hurrying over to where Honor stood. “I know this will sound weird, but I was assaulted by a gawd-awful smell earlier and wanted to just go outside for some fresh air. It was seriously almost overwhelming in its intensity, the need to just take the steps out the door. If Abe hadn’t come over to me, I might’ve done it too. I’m not a drinker, but she kept filling my water glass like it was her mission to keep me hydrated. Seriously, it was like she was the water girl with the highest quality H20, you know?”

“Yes, I knew watching those movies would be useful to you one day.” Bakra held her hand up, waiting for a high-five.

Nita smiled, slapping the other female’s hand. “Uh, not seeing the correlation between Bobby Booshay the Water Boy, and yes I know that’s not the right way to spell it, but dammit that’s the way it sounds, and well, you see miss water girl over there?”

Bakra held up her pointer finger on her right hand. “For one, he had an extreme Cajun accent, and so does that girl. For two, she was all about the water with you, or whatever liquid the others in the bar needed. For three, she was spouting shit about her mama inside her head. See, same person as Bobby only she’s a female, but basically the same.”

“I wonder where Bailey was tonight?” Tank asked.

Abe had been thinking the same thing. The pub was also connected to the grill where they’d escaped a few weeks ago. “Shit, has any one seen her since we were here that last time?”

Tank scratched his jaw, his eyes staring off as if he was communicating with someone. Abe hoped it was their alpha. If anything had happened to a pack member, Brock would know.

“My dad says Bailey is there and has been all night. She didn’t have to work and since she’s in town all the time didn’t want to go with the others. I told him about the female who was here and sent him an image of her. He said he didn’t recognize her. Dammit, did we just release the enemy into our territory?” Tank looked to Bakra, wondering if she’d noticed the female wasn’t who she was pretending.

Bakra held up her hands. “I didn’t take that female anywhere. I saw her go into the supply room back there, but I didn’t think about her after that. Dammit, she’s a hypnotic,” Bakra muttered. Her form shimmered becoming see through, and then she was gone.

“This is fucking great, man. We got a female who can literally hypnotize an entire room of shifters, alphas, and all, and then she can escape completely unnoticed. What the hell are we going to do?” Tank ran his hand down his face, stepping closer to Nita.

“What we do is we protect our family and our people. As soon as Bakra returns, we flash home, and then we find a way to contact Zeus. I know Nita could flash us like B, yet there’s this nagging feeling that we need to stay put for now. Also, I think the sooner Zeus is told he needs to redo the protection on our boarders the better. Also, I’m gonna go ahead and say what we’re all thinking...fuck.” He scrubbed his hand down his face. “We need to cleanse and claim the old pack grounds too. Our pack is growing, and so that means we need more land, more space. We don’t want the younger members to get sick of being on top of one another.” Tank pointed at Link. “You know what I mean. They’ll never get tired of that, but each and every male and female are getting older. They’ll want homes of their own, space to spread their paws.”

Abe couldn’t agree more and was glad Tank was the alpha of their family unit. He was in charge of shit like that, just as he had a role, and Link did, and Nita as well. They all had a part to do in their lives, within their family, to keep things running smoothly. He hoped like hell they had the time to explore all the things they wanted to do and accomplish in the future.

“Stop worrying so much, my love. We stick together, and we can defeat whatever is thrown at us. Besides, we got B on our side. Has anyone seen her since she went poof on us?” Nita turned in a circle, her stomach churning with fear.

Chapter Twenty Three

BAKRA FOLLOWED THE trail the female had tried to hide. Oh, the shifters wouldn’t be able to pick up on it, but she’s not like the shifters. Silly chickadee, she made a mistake. Big mistake. Huge. If Bakra had been in human form, she’d have a big ole grin gracing her face at her choice of a movie quote. She and her sisterkin loved watching movies during their down time, which was literally hundreds to thousands of boring fucking hours on Olympus. The only saving grace was the fact they had access to literally every movie created since the beginning of creation of cinema. Mind you, there were a lot they hated, but the ones they loved were worth the not so loved. Pretty Woman was on the amazing shelf along with John Wick and so many other ones. Now the ones that were shit had their own room that nobody revisited, because hello, they were shitty cinemacraptastics.

The human scent was getting stronger as was the almost unnoticed tapping echoing through the streets. Bakra zoned the sound out while she worked to find where the source was coming from. It wasn’t pleasant to her ears, but it also wasn’t lulling either. Ah, there you are. Gotcha.

She snapped her fingers, silencing the huge clock towers second hand. It should’ve been a silent tick tick, but the female had manipulated it to make a dong sound, which only sensitive ears like shifters would hear. Riding on that wavelength was a command. Bakra didn’t want to listen too closely, because whoever the female was, her ability was obviously better than your average parlor trickster. No, she was truly gifted. Bakra knew she’d be fine, eventually, but even a minute delay could be a distraction that cost her and her friends the advantage they needed.

Keeping low to the ground, Bakra continued her stalking for what felt like miles upon miles. The female had hopped on a vehicle or a bike. Geez, one of those motorized bicycles that wasn’t sexy like a motorcycle. Dear Goddess, the image of the female sitting on a Schwinn pedal bike with her hair flying behind her as she cackled like a loon was almost more than her demon could stand. Bakra inhaled and exhaled, her molecules dispersing weirdly at the action. Shite, she was going to lose her focus and wind up reforming without her arm or legs or maybe missing an ear or eye.

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