“I thought I told you to stay away from my sister,” Connor growled, his eyes flaring yellow gold, his hands clenched into fists at his side. At least his claws weren’t out yet. Though that could change soon enough. “So why the hell are you in her apartment?”
“Why?” Trevor said calmly. Two pissed-off werewolves would only make the situation that much worse. “Because you don’t get to decide who Jenna spends her time with.”
“I’m her brother, dammit,” Connor growled, taking a step toward him, eyes flashing brighter, hands unclenching as his claws extended a little.
“Yes, you’re her brother,” Trevor repeated. “Nother keeper. When you insulted her back in Dallas and she needed a place to stay, she ended up at my place. I listened to what she had to say without judging her, and we ended up developing a connection. We continued to talk after she left to come back here to LA, and when she asked me to come out to visit her, I agreed.”
Unfortunately, his calm, reasonable response seemed to have the opposite effect of what he intended. It only enraged Connor even more, and as the muscles in his arms and shoulders began to spasm uncontrollably, Trevor thought his pack mate might shift into a full wolf right there.
Trevor could only imagine how badly Jenna would freak out if she walked into her guest bedroom and found a two-hundred-and-twenty-pound wolf standing there. He needed to calm Connor down before the situation got completely out of control.
“Connor,” he began, only to get cut off as his teammate moved within inches of him, bringing them face-to-face and eye-to-eye.
“Jenna suggested you stay in her apartment, so you just naturally assumed that offer comes with the right to sleep with her, you asshole?” Connor snarled, the tips of his upper fangs making an appearance.
Despite his desire not to stir the pot, Trevor couldn’t keep his own fangs from extending. “Islept with Jenna last night because she asked me to. And because she’s an adult who gets to make those decisions. Maybe you should get over yourself and realize that.”
He leaned in close, ready to fight his friend right then and there if that was what the a-hole wanted. But Connor only let out a snort of mocking laughter.
“Maybe you’re the one who needs to get over himself,” Connor sneered. “Jenna came out to Dallas to try and convince me to come back here and help her find Hannah. When I refused, she moved on to you, sucking you into her delusions.”
Trevor stood there in disbelief, stunned at the realization of exactly how little Connor obviously thought of his sister. He knew there were some issues between the two of them, but he’d never thought it was this bad. How had Connor become so blind?
“Delusions, huh?” Trevor said, putting both of his hands on Connor’s chest and firmly pushing him away to put some space between the two of them. “You mean like the creature I fought last night in that alley? The one that was attempting to drag a young woman into the sewers? Yeah, that sounds delusional, doesn’t it? But it also sounds exactly like the story Jenna told everyone the night Hannah disappeared, doesn’t it?”
Connor’s eyes glowed brighter than ever, andTrevor knew a blow was coming his way any second. It was just a matter of whether it would be with a closed fist or extended claws. He’d survive either way, but explaining the wounds and the blood from the claws would be difficult.
Trevor braced himself to block the attack he knew was coming when the sound of footsteps in the hallway had him and Connor quickly moving away from each other. Connor was aware enough to retract his claws and fangs, though it was obvious he was still pissed. Yeah, well, so was Trevor.
Jenna stood in the doorway, looking from him to Connor and back again. There was absolutely no way she could miss the tension filling the room.
“The coffee’s getting cold,” she said. “And I called to have breakfast delivered. It’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Trevor caught Jenna looking his way with an expression of concern—when she wasn’t glaring at her brother. He smiled and nodded, his muscles releasing some of their tension when she seemed to relax. He started to follow her out of the room when Connor grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
“You hurt my sister and I’ll end you,” Connor growled in his ear.
Trevor turned to regard Connor. Where the hell had the friend he used to know disappeared to?
Part of Trevor wanted to ignore the jackass andwalk away, but his inner werewolf wouldn’t let him. “You don’t have to worry about me hurting her. Lately, it seems like you’re the only one with a history of doing that. So maybe you should worry about yourself.”
Jerking his arm free of Connor’s grasp, he strode out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchen, leaving his pack mate to follow—or not. Right then, he really didn’t give a damn what Connor did or didn’t do.
The sun was low on the horizon as Jenna and Trevor, along with her brother and the other SWAT guys left her apartment to go to the club to meet Davina. By the time they drove across town and found the address they were looking for, it was completely dark out.
“Are you sure this is the right address?” she asked as they entered an alley with buildings on both sides that gave no indication of being home to any kind of nightclub she’d ever seen.
“We’re in the right place.” Mike pointed at a red neon design in the shape of a cat with its back arched high attached to one of the brick walls directly above a set of nondescript steps that led down below street level. “This is the sign that Davina said to look for.”
“Seriously?” Jenna leaned over to look down into the stairwell lit by nothing more than the red glow of the cat sign. There wasn’t any name anywhere she could see. Just a really big man standing in the deep shadows by a set of heavy doors at the base of the steps. “What kind of club doesn’t even have a name?”
“The kind that’s very selective about who they let inside.”
Jenna recognized the man’s voice before looking up, but she was still a little surprised when Owen and his paranormal investigative team walked toward them from the opposite end of the alley.
“And a huge bouncer at the door who only lets in the rightkindof people,” he added.
She opened her mouth to ask what he meant by that, but she was interrupted by her overprotective brother stepping in front of her.
