him.
“He’s still here. Don’t know where, his smell is everywhere, ” Lana explained out loud, probably for his benefit as well as his soldier’s. “Tarik, first floor. Take Gyn and Weiss. Peta, second floor…”
She was ordering the wolves along with his men and both obeyed without question.
What a perfect Queen he’d found himself.
Chase hesitated for all of one minute before deciding that she had the situation at hand, and heading downstairs.
Given the fact that he wasn’t blessed with any super sense, he settled for good all yelling, instead: “Grandma!” he screamed each time he opened a door.
Empty. Deserted. Nothing.
There were too many rooms down here, and he didn’t feel comfortable walking further and further away from where Lana could hear and scent him.
What the hell.
Chase stopped listening to reason for a minute, closed his eyes and tentatively sniffed the air, delighted there wasn’t anyone there to see him make a fool of himself.
Strangely, he did get a whiff of something that stood out. Bad , a weak, unfamiliar voice murmured. Foul. Enemy.
Ok, that was weird and crazy, but he’d process that later.
Slowly, tentatively, he approached a wooden door, pulled the peg and the bolt fell.
His stomach recoiled at the sight before him.
There was no need to wonder how the wolf might have managed to mask his scent. He was covered in blood, from head to toes, as though he’d bathed in it. There was an arm on the floor just next to Chase, nibbled at like a common bone. In the midst of all this sat Mimi, blindfolded to a chair and mercifully, unarmed.
“Grandma, you’re alright?”
“Just peachy, deary,” the wolf replied in a high pitch tone, before laughing as though he’d come up with the best joke in the world.
Ok. The guy was mad. Chase liked that; he could use that.
“Well, I must say Grandma, you’ve got pretty big arms. Never noticed that,” he joked causally.
Strange as it sound, the wolf took the bate, smiling bright as he replied, “All the better to hug you, deary.”
Chase knew he was doing nothing more than buying time but there was no doubt – none whatsoever – that it was all he needed.
He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to try to beat a six foot five mountain of muscles who could turn into a wolf all by himself. He couldn’t, he’d just die trying and he had shit to do – appointments to attend, laws to oversee, gorgeous brunettes to fuck, marry and impregnate, those kind of things.
So, smiling back, he tried:
“Big legs, too.” As the three words only took a second, he added, “I mean, how do you get trousers that fit without bagging at the waist?”
“Well, I have to get them made to measure, which is pretty damn expensive, actually,” he replied in his normal voice.
Not good. The normal Alpha wasn’t the one he needed to speak with. Quickly, to change the course of the discussion, he added, “Big teeth...” Teeth were not good either, dammit! He wasn’t too keen on getting the lunatic flesh eating nutcase thinking about how he’d like to use his set of fangs, strangely extended although everything else about his appearance was human right now.
Nutcase, it seemed, had picked up on his alarm. He was fully focused, now. He smirked in a way that made what came out of his mouth utterly unsurprising.
“All the better to eat you.”
Chase just smiled.
Too late.
He wasn’t certain how he could feel that she was near – he couldn’t exactly hear her – but she was, of that, he was sure.
The brown wolf started its change. He was slow. Perhaps twenty, thirty seconds – and those seconds cost him his life. Lana ran in her human form, from the very end of the corridor, then in a flash, she was a wolf, already next to him, pushing past and launching herself at the morphing lunatic.
There should have been something a bit disturbing in seeing an animal close its mouth and rip right trough a man’s stomach, but Chase was actually
“He’s still here. Don’t know where, his smell is everywhere, ” Lana explained out loud, probably for his benefit as well as his soldier’s. “Tarik, first floor. Take Gyn and Weiss. Peta, second floor…”
She was ordering the wolves along with his men and both obeyed without question.
What a perfect Queen he’d found himself.
Chase hesitated for all of one minute before deciding that she had the situation at hand, and heading downstairs.
Given the fact that he wasn’t blessed with any super sense, he settled for good all yelling, instead: “Grandma!” he screamed each time he opened a door.
Empty. Deserted. Nothing.
There were too many rooms down here, and he didn’t feel comfortable walking further and further away from where Lana could hear and scent him.
What the hell.
Chase stopped listening to reason for a minute, closed his eyes and tentatively sniffed the air, delighted there wasn’t anyone there to see him make a fool of himself.
Strangely, he did get a whiff of something that stood out. Bad , a weak, unfamiliar voice murmured. Foul. Enemy.
Ok, that was weird and crazy, but he’d process that later.
Slowly, tentatively, he approached a wooden door, pulled the peg and the bolt fell.
His stomach recoiled at the sight before him.
There was no need to wonder how the wolf might have managed to mask his scent. He was covered in blood, from head to toes, as though he’d bathed in it. There was an arm on the floor just next to Chase, nibbled at like a common bone. In the midst of all this sat Mimi, blindfolded to a chair and mercifully, unarmed.
“Grandma, you’re alright?”
“Just peachy, deary,” the wolf replied in a high pitch tone, before laughing as though he’d come up with the best joke in the world.
Ok. The guy was mad. Chase liked that; he could use that.
“Well, I must say Grandma, you’ve got pretty big arms. Never noticed that,” he joked causally.
Strange as it sound, the wolf took the bate, smiling bright as he replied, “All the better to hug you, deary.”
Chase knew he was doing nothing more than buying time but there was no doubt – none whatsoever – that it was all he needed.
He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to try to beat a six foot five mountain of muscles who could turn into a wolf all by himself. He couldn’t, he’d just die trying and he had shit to do – appointments to attend, laws to oversee, gorgeous brunettes to fuck, marry and impregnate, those kind of things.
So, smiling back, he tried:
“Big legs, too.” As the three words only took a second, he added, “I mean, how do you get trousers that fit without bagging at the waist?”
“Well, I have to get them made to measure, which is pretty damn expensive, actually,” he replied in his normal voice.
Not good. The normal Alpha wasn’t the one he needed to speak with. Quickly, to change the course of the discussion, he added, “Big teeth...” Teeth were not good either, dammit! He wasn’t too keen on getting the lunatic flesh eating nutcase thinking about how he’d like to use his set of fangs, strangely extended although everything else about his appearance was human right now.
Nutcase, it seemed, had picked up on his alarm. He was fully focused, now. He smirked in a way that made what came out of his mouth utterly unsurprising.
“All the better to eat you.”
Chase just smiled.
Too late.
He wasn’t certain how he could feel that she was near – he couldn’t exactly hear her – but she was, of that, he was sure.
The brown wolf started its change. He was slow. Perhaps twenty, thirty seconds – and those seconds cost him his life. Lana ran in her human form, from the very end of the corridor, then in a flash, she was a wolf, already next to him, pushing past and launching herself at the morphing lunatic.
There should have been something a bit disturbing in seeing an animal close its mouth and rip right trough a man’s stomach, but Chase was actually
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