“So it's likely someone they kidnapped and changed for fun.”
“Yes.”
“You do realize that if you had just let me kill him, we’d now be off to my cabin to sleep, right? You are aware that this is going to make this take ten times longer, aren’t you?”
“Fuck!” Foxx whined. “I know, okay! But I couldn’t! Dammit!” He kicked a stone on the ground and sent it flying off into the trees. “The whole reason I got this stupid job was to make a difference! To save the ones who were victims! Ugh. Why did he have to be innocent?! I want to sleep!”
Harlow chuckled. “I could still kill him if you want?”
“No,” he huffed. “I won’t let you kill him just so we can get to bed quicker. He’s young. Not even twenty yet!”
The young man had just turned eighteen, based on what his strings had told him. Just a damn teenager, and a small one at that. The kid had to be around Foxx’s height. He probably had parents and family looking for him, worried sick…
Harlow eyed the kid, clearly still indifferent to whether they should kill him or not—the fucking psycho.
“Don’t suppose we can just leave him here?” the man asked with a yawn. “Though, based on how he looked to be about to attack us, I’m guessing the answer is no.”
“He has only just been changed. I’d say at most it’s been a day. He can’t control himself. We need to get him somewhere safe, with non-murdery werewolves, so he can make it through the change without becoming a raging nightmare.”
“Yeah, he can’t be left alone at all.” Harlow stretched, a few of his joints popping. “Well, there’s a local werewolf pack in this area. I suppose they may take him.”
“How close?” Foxx asked.
“About thirty minutes from here. Will he stay out for that long?”
His brow rose at that. “You know their exact location?”
Harlow shrugged. “Smart to know my possible enemies in areas I visit often. My cabin being right near here was reason enough for me to look up their exact location.”
“Can’t fault you for that, considering your house was blown up,” Foxx snorted. “But, yeah, he’ll be out for a few hours, so thirty minutes won’t make much difference.”
Harlow sighed. “Right. I can probably get one of the pack member’s numbers from the database, but I bet Tony has a direct number to the head Alpha in charge.”
“Call Tony. The quicker they can get here the better. I want out of this cold and into a bed.”
“Bed. Yeah, I need to make sure that werewolf didn’t harm it.” He made a suggestive shape with his hands.
“You better not be talking about my ass.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Just fucking call.”
“Just so we are clear, it’s you delaying our sleep, not me.” Harlow pulled out his stupid flip phone from one of his inner pockets. “Not to mention increasing our paperwork. Though I suppose it’ll be a month before he is aware enough to tell us anything that happened.”
“Just call!” Foxx snapped, before having another thought and quickly saying, “Give me your coat.”
The human paused. “What? Why?”
“The werewolf is naked and it’s cold? I may have multiple coats on, but does he look small enough to fit into anything of mine?”
The kid may have been short, but he was stocky as all hell.
“Werewolves run hot, he’ll be fine.”
“Just give me your coat!”
Harlow narrowed his eyes at him. “No…it’s mine. All my stuff is in it.”
