Chapter Fourteen
Salena
Ipressmylipstogether firmly, inhaling slowly. "It's not that bad."
"Not that bad," Kai snaps, he takes a full step back, placing his hands on his hips as he glares at me. "It sounds pretty fucking bad to me, Salena.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“The fuck it doesn’t. Someone’s out there targeting girls that fit your description. Leaving you goddamn threats. You can’t tell me it means nothing.”
I want to scream my frustration to the sky. I didn’t know what to tell him. Whoever is behind the threats knows what I am, they’re smart in keeping their tracks covered and scent hidden. Kai is fuming as he paces the living room. Felix stands off to the side, arms crossed and frown firmly in place.
“Look, we need to find out how they’re able to mask their scent. It’s odd we can’t find even the smallest amount of scent to trace.”
Felix nods. “I’ll take Declan and go to see Old Myrtle. See if she can tell us anything.”
I cringe at the thought of seeing Old Myrtle, and am thankful Felix is offering. Myrtle is a seer who was shunned from her coven twenty years ago. The details surrounding her departure from the coven are murky at best, and I don’t like to speculate. Myrtle isn’t so bad as far as old ladies go, but she is eccentric to say the least, us shifters don’t enjoy being around her.
“Okay. Thanks, Felix.” I look between my brothers. “Everything will be fine. I have work, but make sure the pack is made aware and to be careful.”
Kai nods, his fists clenching. “Has Ash gotten back to you?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
He blows out a long breath and nods. “Okay. I’ll drive you to the bar.”
The night is busy, which helps to keep my mind off the events of the day. I’ve just delivered another round of drinks and head back to the bar, stepping around a group of men. One grabs my arms, managing to catch me off guard, and swiftly spins me around. My palms land on his broad chest and I grunt, pushing him away. I peer around to see there are five of them, all dressed in leather cuts, closing in around me. They really don’t know what or who they’re dealing with. The guy who grabbed me steps into my space, his hand grabbing my waist.
“Get your hands off me,” I say in a low, calm voice.
“Come on, sweetheart. A pretty girl like you, dressing like that, wants attention. You’re practically begging for it,” the sleaze bag sneers. He looks at his friends and his shoulders jerk as he laughs.
Anger and fury explode in my veins at his audacity. It’s men like this who make women feel unsafe. I tug my arm free, and I look for an escape route, but I am surrounded. I’m not worried, but I also don’t want to make a scene.
Jerkface in front of me takes a sip from his beer. “You got a nice rack. Bit skinny, but enough for a good romp.” His tongue darts out, licking his lower lip, as his eyes travel my body, stopping on my crotch.
“I bet you’re real tight, too.”
I wrinkle my nose in disgust, my stomach churning at his crude words.
“Sorry, boys, but you all fall way under the bar I’ve set for myself.”
Jerkface steps forward, his chest brushing mine, but I refuse to back down. I glare up at him, his green eyes filled with a crazed wickedness. He’s used to getting what he wants. Whether it’s consensual or not. I can smell it on him.
“Come on, sweetheart, don't be like that,” he jeers, earning himself some chuckles from his friends.
“Back the fuck off and get the fuck out of my bar,” I grit, my teeth, aching with how tightly my jaw is clenched.
Suddenly, the man is ripped away from me and swung around. My eyes widen as Logan’s face is in his, as he pins the man to the closest wall, his forearm across the man’s neck.
“She said back off!” he snarls, the sound ripping through the air like thunder.
The man makes a choking sound that snaps me from my shock, and I dart forward. “Logan.”
Logan’s gaze stays glued to the man he holds against the wall. He presses his forearm a little harder against the man’s throat, making his next words seem even more threatening as he leans in close.
“You ever fucking touch her again and I will end you. Understand?”
