“Fuck the Tsar and all you weak-ass shifters following behind him,” Kenzo growled at her with his lips frowned up in annoyance.
“Don’t try to put on for your little whore now! Fuck her, but she was just all over you.”
In my mind of minds, I knew now wasn’t the appropriate time to be yelling at Kenzo, but I didn’t care. Seeing that bitch all over him set a burning fire in the pit of me and my wolf’s soul that wouldn’t be that quelled until Kenzo was groveling at my feet. We got to kick his whore’s ass.
“Bellamy, don’t fuck with me. Now isn’t the time for your jealousy.” Kenzo’s head shot toward me, giving me a glare that spoke volumes. He was warning us—me and my wolf—but once again, we were both in agreement. Fuck Kenzo’s warning.
“See, Bellamy? I told you the possessiveness you feel over your mate can be overwhelming, and I’m not saying I don’t understand. Trust me, I do.” Halo shot Cree a dirty look. “I also know there is a time and a place to make your feelings known. Right now might not be it. Wait until we figure out who this shifter is and how she got here. Okay?” Halo looked at me with sympathetic eyes. My wolf and I really wanted to resist and not listen, but we trusted Halo. We were going to calm down for now.
“What’s going on?” Delcan’s deep voice barked out as he, Yves and Zamiyah came from behind us. I didn’t miss the dirty look Zamiyah shot me as she walked past Kenzo and me.
“She is working with the Tsar,” Cree answered his brother while nodding his head at the shifter. She refused to look anyone in their eyes. Instead, she kept her head bowed down to the floor.
“How the hell did she even get in here? There’s no way she got past our barriers, and even if she did, the patrol would have caught her,” Yves asked skeptically with his eyes on the shifter.
“That’s what we were trying to figure out before y’all got here, but she ain’t saying shit,” Cree said while shaking his head in annoyance.
“Well, we all know it was none of us who let her in, and there is only one new shifter who could have let her in,” Zamiyah’s hateful ass said, instantly pissing me off because she was slick trying to accuse me.
“Zamiyah, what the hell did I tell you before we left my parents’?” Yves' voice thundered loudly through the restaurant. His anger radiated off his body as he grilled Zamiyah.
“Don’t get mad at me because I’m stating facts. Since this whore,” Zamiyah said with her hand extended toward me, “Has come around, there has been nothing but chaos. This last year, we’ve been at peace. The only thing that makes sense is this bitch is the cause!” Zamiyah screamed back at Yves with the same amount of anger as Yves. However, there was something different about Zamiyah’s energy. It seemed dark, cold and sinister.
It wasn’t my problem to figure out what was wrong with Zamiyah. I was sure the others were concerned about what was going on with her. I cared about the lack of respect she continued to show me every time we were in the same room. I got that Bellum fucked Yves, and after seeing the hollering whore all overmy mate, I understood her anger, but I wasn’t Bellum, nor did I want to be. Zamiyah needed to keep her beef with Bellum and Yves. There were no more passes for me to give to Zamiyah. If she wanted an enemy, she had one now.
“Ya mama is a bitch. Make this your last time speaking on me when you don’t know shit about me, with your evil ass,” I fearlessly said without backing down from Zamiyah.
“Excuse me, slut?!” Zamiyah exclaimed before stepping toward me with her hands glowing with a black mist falling from her clenched fist.
“You heard me, you miserable bitch,” I spat while staring Zamiyah dead in her glowing black eyes.
“Both y’all chill out with the name calling. It’s not the time for this petty shit. We got bigger problems to deal with now,” Yves barked while looking between Zamiyah and me.
“That’s her unhappy ass. Check your mate, not me,” I spat before rolling my eyes at Yves.
He wasn’t even that fucking cute to be arguing over. Light-skinned men never did it for me. Hell, I would’ve rather argued over Delcan. At least he was closer to my type.
“Respect my fucking mate,” Yves snapped at me.
When I went to respond to Yves, Kenzo pulled me behind him as he squared his shoulders while looking at Yves. “We like you, Yves, but your mate has been nothing but disrespectful toward our mate since she’s been around her. Bellamy gave more grace than most with Zamiyah’s disrespect. We kept quiet because female shifters can be petty. However, what we won’t allow is another man to yell at our mate when he can’t even keep his own mate in line. Raise your voice at Bellamy one more time. It’ll be your last.”
“Are you fucking threating me?” Yves bellowed loudly in a voice that was mixed with a growl. “I’m not the one you want to try, Kenzo.” Yves wasn’t backing down, and neither was Kenzo.
Before Kenzo could reply, the shifter let out a screech that echoed so loud, everyone covered their ears to protect them from the deafening scream. “Divided you shall fall. You stupid fucks.” The shifter had transformed into some bird-like creature. A medium-sized beak replaced her nose. Her eyes glowed a deep fire red. Red, yellow and orange feathers scattered all over her body, giving the look of an active fire burning in the night. In an instant, the shifter went from floating above us to flying out of the door, leaving a trail of white flames behind her.
“What the fuck?” Cree said, breaking the silence we were all in while trying to comprehend what we'd just seen.
“Was that a Phoenix?’ Delcan asked, sounding astonished.
“I think so,” Halo said with squinted eyes. Instead of looking at Cree, she had her eyes on Zamiyah. “Yves, how long have Zamiyah’s eyes been turning black?”
“Huh?” he asked before looking at Zamiyah then back at Halo. “Her eyes have always done that when she gets angry. I thought it was normal. Something to do with her mage abilities.”
“Darkness isn’t from Fate.” Tiny appeared in front of Zamiyah.
“Catch her, Yves.” Minnie appeared on the other side of Zamiyah.
Then Tiny placed her hand on Zamiyah’s head. “Rest my child,” she said with her hand glowing white. Zamiyah’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body went limp, falling backward. Yves caught her with his quick reflexes, cradling her in his arms at first, then maneuvering her body until she was limply laying in his arms. Yves stood up, looking at Tiny and Minnie with fire in his eyes. Neither of them looked fazed by his anger.
