While Sam whipped up Lelandi’s margarita, there was quiet talk at the table across from Darien’s and among the grays at the bar, but no one said a word at Darien’s table.
The situation repeated again until the establishment was busy and rowdy. More customers entered the pub, all hoping to welcome their leader. However, when they saw a dead ringer for his slain mate sitting at his normal table, they turned to see Darien. Yet, nobody ventured to eat at her table. God is good. She couldn’t hear the gist of the more crucial conversations because they were held low, but she only needed to hear the beginning.
Identify the words being spoken. The clone of a dead sister appears at the grays’ hangout to exact retribution. Everyone of them would be trembling in their boots. Right.
Lelandi finished her margarita and immediately felt the need to go the restroom. The atmosphere had become extremely warm, so she shed her jacket. Huge error. The moment they realized how small she was, the room fell silent once more.
Lelandi was expecting another bottle of water, but Silva rushed over with another margarita for her.
This time the woman actually said, “On me, honey.” Even in her four-inch heels, she was short for a gray woman, standing at almost five feet ten.
“Thanks.” The woman’s expression sank when Lelandi stood up, perhaps believing that she was being snubbed for the drink and that Lelandi intended to depart. I need to use the girls’ bathroom. “Oh.” Silva’s lips raised just a little. “That way back,” She made a hand motion.
“Thanks.” When everyone started acting so curious about her, Lelandi had never given any thought to how it might feel to go through the tavern to the women’s restroom. She walked to the bathroom with her chin cocked up, shoulders straight back, and body ten degrees hotter than usual.
Several males gave each other friendly head nods. A few of them respectfully removed their cowboy hats. Yet, nobody grinned—not even Joe this time, as would be expected. Most would give her a quick once-over before their pack leader made her feel welcome, but they wouldn’t do anything to be excessively kind. If Sam revealed to Joe that the miner had paid for her first drink, Darien would likely confront him.
She was being frowned at by three women who were sat at one of the larger tables with several men and looked like they wanted her dead. Has someone actually killed Larissa like they threatened to do?
Without glancing at them, Lelandi entered the bathroom, but as soon as she sat down in a stall, she heard the door to the outside squeak open. Her body went rigid. She realized it was too late to stop the danger she was going to face.
When she exited the restroom, the three women were waiting for her with slightly evil smiles on their faces. They were all in their mid-twenties, had dark hair, and were probably all vying to be Darien’s new partner and scared that she was new competition.
When Lelandi came up with this scheme to discover her Larissa’s killer, she had no idea that anyone would think she would be interested in hunting the pack leader. The idea of really mating with a bigger gray seemed intriguing. She gave a mental headshake.
What’s your name? the woman in the cowl-neck sweater and jeans said, her western boot thudding on the tile floor her voice intimidating. Her amber eyes narrowed, her orange-painted lips curled in an ugly way, and she took a long breath, trying to smell Lelandi or whatever she was. Lelandi thought for a moment that her face may horribly freeze in that way. Someone remarked, “You’re not one of us and you’re not from around here.”
Hey Ritka, what say we give her a nice send-off? The shortest one, who despite being shorter than Lelandi by several inches, said.
Lelandi brushed passed her to wash her hands.
Don’t plan on sticking, bitch, a meatier one hissed, flailing her waist-length, muddy-colored hair around.
She spoke while encircling Lelandi. She was bigger than the other two and would be challenging to overcome if she engaged them in a fight to become Darien’s bitch. Lelandi was finding it difficult to maintain her composure because she was no longer being bothered by red-colored female lupus garou.
“Avoid making long-term plans to stay. If you’re interested, I’m just taking care of some little family business.
Red, we know you, and you can’t have him “Lelandi’s breathing space was being invaded by Ritka’s whiskey breath as she hissed in her ear. You are knowledgeable about what happened with the other. Get out of here, honey, before it happens to you as well.
Although her blood was boiling, Lelandi attempted to wash her hands as if the women didn’t exist.
The short one bit into Lelandi’s shoulder, tearing the leather handbag strap. “Explain yourself to us.”
Ritka growled, “As if the bitch would say, Angelina, when she’s in this silly disguise.”
Despite the pain of frustration in her temples, Lelandi washed the soap from her hands and bit back the feral side of her wolf nature that was trying to emerge. Not helping her cause would be beating up three female grays.
Ritka bumped into her, possibly as a result of the other person grabbing her pocketbook and escalating the conflict. Lelandi grit her teeth against taking offense. She reminded herself that nothing they did was significant enough to arouse her.
Lelandi’s hair was caught by the hefty one, who pulled firmly. Men dislike coloured hair, didn’t you know that?
Lelandi’s scalp tore in anguish as she slowly counted to 10, wanting to avoid physical contact but preparing for quick reprisal if anyone did.
Ritka laughed sharply, “You got it right, Hosstene,” and grabbed a fistful of Lelandi’s hair.
Enough! Lelandi judo-chipped Hosstene in the throat with a swift, well-placed jab, elbowed Angelina in the stomach, turned around, and rammed her fist into Ritka’s eye. Lelandi, whose heart was beating, grabbed a paper towel, cleaned her hands, and walked out of the restroom while they were gasping and swearing.
She had already invited problems.
Damn it, no. the bitches had asked for trouble and as much told Lelandi that Larissa had been slain for being a red.She let the women’s obscenities in by opening the bathroom door and closing it after her. The males sat next to the women and turned their heads from Lelandi to the ladies room. Sorry, boys, but the gals need to do a little cleaning.Sam signaled for Silva to investigate after Lelandi sat down again and the ladies still hadn’t left the restroom.Lelandi should look for her missing brothers and uncle at this time, perhaps. Ignore the fact that Larissa fled and was slain, leaving Lelandi to face with Bruin’s pack on her own. She could also choose to remain and endure the wrath of a group of irate grays.She stayed out of pride and a good lot of stubbornness. Lelandi sipped her second margarita coolly, all eyes on the bathroom. Nothing was said. Without a surety, tonight they would all kill Lelandi while she slept. She hoped that she hadn’t come here for nothing. She wasn’
Jake turned his head in an odd direction. “Yeah. It might shock the entire pack if we have a murderer among us. Everything would be much cleaner if she committed suicide.She wrote her own suicide note, which was left behind. She committed suicide. Story over.” Darien sipped on his beer once more, but this time it tasted sour.Why don’t you speak the truth to her sister instead? Why send Tom, who is sure to mess up everything? Jake gave Darien his first truly nasty grin in a while as his mouth twisted up. “If he becomes fresh, he might start to resemble Ritka with a bright new eye.”Darien disregarded his remark. “Lelandi must not have had any brothers if a twin sister is investigating what happened.”“We had no idea she had a family at all.”In an effort to release the tension building there, Darien stroked his forehead. Even while the agony of her passing would never go away, seeing her sister-in-law brought everything rushing back tenfold. He was upset with his partner for killing
The Conversation At The Tavern had reached a dull roar over the appearance OF Lelandi’s sister in town when Darien’s cell phone called. He believed Lelandi’s sister was causing trouble when he saw Tom’s cell phone number, which didn’t surprise him. He fervently hoped that she hadn’t gotten away from him. “Tom, yeah? What’s going on right now?Come on, quickly! Tom’s breathy voice boomed through the phone.“Tom?” Darien jumped up from his seat. Whereabouts are you? “Rifles fired. The Hastings Bed The phone was dead. “Hastings is on fire!” As Darien and Jake ran for the tavern door, Darien’s heart pounded in his ribs.Everyone from the tavern must be hot on his heels based on the deafening clamor of boots tromping down the street behind him. Concern for the woman’s and his brother’s safety overcame him as he dashed toward the motel with his muscles taut for conflict.Although the sinister notion that she might have shot Tom raced through his mind.He yelled to Jake, “Hastings Bed and Br
Later, she believed she smelled Ural. Ural, please bite the fool and come here! But he remained hidden and made no attempt to stop the shooter. Perhaps it was strong wishful thinking.“Larissa!” From a good half mile away, Darien yelled.Here! No, Larissa… Larissa had expired. Lelandi! Here. Lelandi averted her gaze. She felt a slight breeze caressing her face and hair strands tickling her cheek, but she lacked the strength to push them away.The discomfort. The anguish, my god.Within a few feet of her, someone shuffled. She breathed very little while tightening her eyelids. How did he approach her so closely without being heard? Her thoughts strayed. Be on guard! He could smell her blood if he were a wolf and downwind of her. He could hear her heart beating frantically.She could hear his heart racing quickly, his deep breathing, his jaws clenching, and the sound of his fingernail rubbing on the gun’s metal. He then backed away from where she was curled up in a fetal position, tryin
Lelandi Felt Pressure On her throat, like if a sneake circulated Her Neck, Squeezing Tightly, through a fog-filled haze. Her breathing became labored, and her vision became dim. She made an effort to smell the snake, but all she caught was the overpowering smell of rotting leaves.A stern, irritated male voice then yelled for Larissa, who was now closer.A deep, menacing snarl could be heard.Ural?When the pressure on her throat let up, she struggled to breathe and gasped for air. Nothing, including where she was, who he was, or what had happened to Larissa, could hold her attention. In a hasty retreat from danger, the snake slithered through the undergrowth. Together with it, the strong humus odor vanished. Yet, a fresh aroma began to linger. It’s her cousin.She attempted to utter “Ural,” but her throat became trapped. He crept up on her and licked her cheek; it was warm, wet, and nice. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but was unable to.The male voice yelled, “Larissa!”
Between the trembling tree limbs, she peered up. The night sky was pitch-black with a scattering of glittering stars. Starry, brilliant stars… Painful sensations shot through her body, up her arms and legs, down her legs, and back up again, piercing her skull with blinding misery. She clinched her teeth to prevent herself from disappearing as her eyesight began to blur.Ural was where? She was a royal like him and descended from one of the most pure lines of the first lupus garou. Despite the fact that it was a moonless night, she had the ability to transform into a wolf. Yet in this situation, becoming a wolf wouldn’t help. The shooter, however, wasn’t looking for one. Yes! She might then howl and answer Ural’s cry. Then he would reach out to her and shield her.She struggled to unbutton even the first button on her jacket since she lacked the necessary strength. She wasn’t even sure she could shapeshift given how frail she was.The devil was in Ural, where? He had the ability to ins
The men turned to find Silva walking toward them wearing tight jeans, hiking boots, gloves, and a short-waisted corduroy jacket while the scent of her feminine scent drifted through the air. I’ll support you. She spoke with a determination that matched Darien’s own.Darien rebuked her for suggesting she join them, saying, “No women.” He had a strong voice.“Why? Do you think I might also want to kill her? Or perhaps you have a little concern for little ol’ me. But I can manage on my own. Silva laughed. “The woman is a spitfire, and she deserves our assistance.”Another body that would fill the void couldn’t do any harm, given his options. “At all times, remain with one of the men.”Geez, Darien, you nearly make me believe you have feelings for me. She gave him a kiss before approaching Sam. Would you like to join my team?“All right, go ahead and carry on your quest. The others snoozed for a while. Let’s move forward. With a longer stride and the resolve to find her before the night
Lelandi Felt Pressure On her throat, like if a sneake circulated Her Neck, Squeezing Tightly, through a fog-filled haze. Her breathing became labored, and her vision became dim. She made an effort to smell the snake, but all she caught was the overpowering smell of rotting leaves.A stern, irritated male voice then yelled for Larissa, who was now closer.A deep, menacing snarl could be heard.Ural?When the pressure on her throat let up, she struggled to breathe and gasped for air. Nothing, including where she was, who he was, or what had happened to Larissa, could hold her attention. In a hasty retreat from danger, the snake slithered through the undergrowth. Together with it, the strong humus odor vanished. Yet, a fresh aroma began to linger. It’s her cousin.She attempted to utter “Ural,” but her throat became trapped. He crept up on her and licked her cheek; it was warm, wet, and nice. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but was unable to.The male voice yelled, “Larissa!”