Crush snorted.
Killian stuffed the spare mags into his pockets. He checked the one in his gun, then tucked it into his waistband.
“That’s not someone who just ‘points it and pulls the trigger’,” Ottis said suspiciously.
“Andthatis why he’s coming with me.” Crush gave them a vague smile.
Killian thought the alpha would just grab him and dash out of the cabin. But Crush stepped in front of him, lifting his chin with gentle, calloused fingers.
Soft, hungry lips slanted over his. In front of everyone, Crush kissed him roughly, his teeth grazing Killian’s lower lip, his tongue sliding into Killian’s mouth in a hot, hungry claim.
Killian’s instincts begged to be held down and properly marked.
Instead, Crush pulled away, licking his lips.
“It feels like you just robbed me of an orgasm,” Killian blurted. Then he remembered the people around them, and squawked. “Please tell me you didn’t hear that.”
Mathlin was blushing. Ottis coughed awkwardly. Hansel was taking a video with his phone.
Crush straightened, his eyes dark. “Stay safe, all of you. We’re heading out. Kil.”
Like he had yesterday, Crush bit down on his gun and shifted into a wolf. Killian didn’t have to wait for instructions; he threw his leg over Crush’s back and gripped his thick fur. Then they were off, sprinting into the forest.
“Check on Gav and Bruiser first, they’re on your way to the bakery,” Hansel called after them.
“What about the rest of the pack?” Killian asked, just above the thudding of Crush’s paws.
“Split between the bakery, Gav, and the pack homes,” Hansel replied. “Doc’s staying with the pack to make sure everyone else is safe. He said you’ll want to be where the biggest action is.”
Crush grunted around his gun.
“Let me hold that so you can talk,” Killian said. “You can have it back anytime.”
When Crush nodded, Killian reached forward, carefully slipping Crush’s gun out from between his teeth.
“Thanks,” Crush said. “I’m not picking up on any trouble from the pack homes. Uriel’s new spells must’ve worked.”
“I’m worried about Titan and Gav,” Killian replied. “It sounds like the pack is stretched pretty thin, helping them and protecting the homes at the same time. Do they have any magical support headed their way?”
“Uriel, once he’s done with Bruiser.” Both of them contemplated that situation. Crush sighed. “He gave you more spells last night, didn’t he?”
Killian fished out the new spells from his pocket—written on pink paper to differentiate them from the older ones. These spells had all been in one envelope, so Killian had assumed that they were all the same. But when he flipped the spell sheets over, he found two different handwritings on their reverse sides.
The smaller script, written with firmer strokes and a blunt pencil, was Uriel’s. Uriel had labeled each sheet with either “ATK” or “DEF”, accompanied by a shorthand label that Killian could not understand.
The larger handwriting took up the rest of the space—looping and written lightly with a ballpoint pen. Instead of gibberish, these were actual phrases.
Fireball, 10 cocks wide.
Barrier wall, 1 cock thiccc (with 3 C’s!), 30 cocks wide, 15 cocks high.
Jizz attack! Shoots with the power of 10 giant monster cocks.
“Um,” Killian said. “What the hell?”
“What?”
“Uriel’s spells.” Killian flipped through the stack quickly. They had all been labeled by the same two people. “I think Hansel translated them because Uriel didn’t describe the spells at all.”
