“By the Goddess! Just give me your fucking coat! It’s just until the damn werewolves get here.”
“No…”
“He is literally unconscious, Harlow. He won’t touch your stupid stuff!”
Harlow grumbled ‘motherfucker’ under his breath, before yanking a sleeve off and shrugging out of his ankle length fur coat, throwing it to the ground. “There! Happy?!”
Foxx stared, just baffled. “You… Just make the call.”
Goddess, the man was acting like a child who’d been asked to share his favorite toy.
Harlow hmphed and turned away, flipping his phone open.
Harlow stood there—with his coat on—beside Foxx, in a clearing only about a mile from the cabin, waiting for the wolves to show up. The damn werewolf would be warm enough in the car.
The sun had set, but the vampire was still fully dressed in his sunsuit, face zipped up and all, because it was ‘cold’. Mind you, it was cold—mid-thirties—but it wasn’tthatcold.
“Where are they?!” Foxx huffed and crossed his arms, clearly getting impatient.
“We’d be home already if you would have just let me kill him,” he pointed out. It wasn’t that Harlow wasn’t annoyed, slightly cold, and tired—as, duh. But Foxx being tired, annoyed and cold somehow alleviated some of his irritation at those facts. Mainly because he got the satisfaction of poking the figurative and literal bear.
“Shut up,” Foxx said with a pout.
Harlow snickered, and went to say something else, but the sound of tires had him closing his mouth. A few minutes later, a large black SUV turned off the road into the clearing they were in, lights blinding.
The lights flicked off and three large men got out. Their eyes glowed in the darkness—most likely a power move. Transforming singular body parts took a great amount of control and power, especially during the full moon.
The largest man was flanked by the other two, but they didn’t approach.
“You armed?” the man on the left called out.
Harlow rolled his eyes. “We’re fucking hunters, what do you think? Just come get the naked man out of my Jeep.”
Foxx elbowed him and held up his hands. “Weapons aren’t drawn, boys. But we all know I don’t need a weapon to hurt you, so can we please get this over with…preferably without a pissing contest?”
“Are you dressed as a bear?” the one on the right blurted out.
Harlow snickered. The guy in the middle, who was obviously the leader, smacked the other upside the head without even glancing over.
“JUST GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!” Foxx hissed, flashing his fangs.
They finally approached. The werewolf on the right was about his height, had pale skin, short coppery red hair, a shit ton of freckles, and was built like a damn brick house. The left wolf was similarly built, but slightly taller, with black hair and tan skin. The middle one, who was the tallest of the three, had long black hair flowing freely around his shoulders, and deeply tanned skin that looked natural, not from a bottle or a booth. If Harlow were to guess, he’d say the man was likely Hispanic.
While the two on the ends looked to be fighting smiles as they stared down at Foxx, the man in the middle, that exuded power, remained straight faced as he looked at Harlow.
“We were informed that you found a newly changed werewolf, and that you believe it is one of ours,” the leader stated, sounding almost accusatory.
“Right, Tony didn’t explain shit.” Harlow snorted. “You all let a bunch of rogues into your territory, and they’ve been fucking up, killing and changing people.” The wolves let out snarls at his tone, but he really didn’t give a fuck. “You can growl all you want, but I know you were aware they were here.”
The large wolf smirked. “And I am sure you are aware, hunter, that we are no longer allowed to simply take out the problem.”
“Couldn’t figure out how to do it silently, could you?” Harlow chuckled. “I suppose they were rather loud and obnoxious.”
The leader’s brow raised. “Old school hunter?”
He shrugged. “Let’s just say I’ve been doing this a long time. And that I knew where your group was located before the rest of humanity even knew you existed.”
The leader’s smirk widened—it wasn’t friendly. “Is that so?”
