“I think I’m being traded and I doubt anywhere I want to be.” Shaking my head, I looked away, more emotional than I should be. That’s what happened to players in the second tier. We were traded all the time, all wishing for the call boosting us onto the National Hockey League.
I had a bad feeling I would be sorely disappointed.
“You never know. Could be a good thing.”
“I won’t hold my breath.” Anger drifted through me, which wasn’t good for anyone. I realized I’d gripped the edge of the counter and in my growing fury, my fingers had pressed dents into the Formica and the wood underneath. Huffing, I held my fingers into the air, hating the crackle of electricity indicating my real beast wanted to come out and play.
Not now, Wolfie.
Tyler whistled under his breath. “Wow.” Oh, no.
“What?”
“I don’t think you want to see this.” He had the iPad back in his hand. “The network just dropped a teaser. Fuck. That’s a… story.”
Was his face suddenly pasty white? “What network? He’s set to appear on all of them. Let me guess. They found Saint in bed with another girl.”
“Nothing so… simple to deal with.”
Was he panting?
I’d been teasing. Saint’s wife and mate Lily would kick his ass from one side of the world to the other if he dared look at another woman. “Then what the fuck else could there be?”
“Did you know theToday Showis interviewing Saint?”
“Yep. Old news. They’re going to have some crap on about one of the shifter parks. All garbage.”
“Yeah, well, they have a smoking gun.”
I’d be damned if when he didn’t lift his head, there wasn’t fear in his eyes.
“What kind of smoking gun?”
He scratched his head, moving out of my reach. “Your kind doesn’t really eat people for snacks and stuff. Do they?”
I could feel a laugh bubbling to the surface. “Please. Humans will never be succulent enough for beasts of the wild.”
While I was teasing, he didn’t take it that way, his long stride further away purposeful.
“Tyler, Jesus Christ, I was kidding. What’s this smoking gun?”
The way he continued staring at me left nothing to the imagination. He truly believed I was sizing him up for a nice,long metal skewer to plop on the gas grill later. Oh, what the hell. I’d use charcoal.
When he seemed tongue-tied, I yanked the iPad from his hand, forced to blink several times until I realized what I was seeing.
“The smoking gun,” he finally said, “is you.”
CHAPTER 2
Steven
Ah, shit.
Signs. Lots of them.
I adjusted the hoodie as soon as I exited my vehicle. Thank God I’d parked near the back entrance. There was a huge group of people in the parking lot near the main set of doors, all shouting and waving homemade and very colorful signs.
Given there were two distinct sides regarding the existence of shifters, they were screaming at each other.
