“Werewolves are people too!”
“Fuck that. Werewolves are nothing but animals who deserve to be in a zoo.”
“No, they deserve to be hunted and killed.”
The sharp cries were nothing in comparison to the penmanship and art on the makeshift signs.
Werewolves: The Next Dark Meat
My fucking God.
Most of the time, I was easily able to ignore both the protestors and supporters. Unless they wanted an autograph from Steven Masters, the talented hockey player, I wasn’t interested. But today, I was floored by the level of anger driven into half the people.
Werewolves have rights!
Hunt and kill them!
Werewolves eat our children.
My stomach churned and I took a single long stride toward them. After what I’d witnessed Saint going through and the lies told, I’d been left incensed and angry. I’d worked very hard to shove aside my ill feelings for some humans, but a day like today and the horrible things being said made it very difficult.
I had no doubt the hate had been fueled by my supposed bombshell proving the haters right. No way in hell would I ever betray my brother.
Tyler had been right in that the teaser had been one of four that had been dropped about the huge guest appearance so far. I dreaded to see if there was another one, but there was a long time before now and Friday.
A blip on my phone caught my attention. For some stupid reason, I’d turned on social media notification. Right after Tyler had shared the godawful news, my phone had started to blow up, not only with notifications on every social media page, but also calls from unknown numbers. I knew what that meant.
Reporters were ready to hound me like a fucking dog.
I backed away before the crowd could see me. The last thing I needed was to get in the middle of a melee. A blip out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Jesus. This was going to be a very long day.
A news van from Channel Nine had rounded the corner. Oh, hell, no. With my head down, I tried to act nonchalant as I headed for the rear door.
I’d be damned if I hadn’t accidentally turned my ringer up high.
Stopping short, I could tell by the sudden silence I’d also caught the attention of the crowd. Very slowly, I tipped my head over my shoulder. When I did, my hoodie popped off my head.
“That’s the Beast!” The shrill woman’s scream was all the others needed to take off running in my direction.
What the goddamn fuck? With at least one hundred people running in my direction, I found myself frozen on the spot. Now, some of the signs were being held like weapons as if at least half the people were going to tear me apart limb from limb.
This was insane. These were decent, hardworking people. Yet here they came all because I’d given them fodder for their devotion. Both good and bad.
I was at the outside door in a flash, groaning when I found it locked. Oh, no. I could rip it open. With no effort, I could yank the door off the hinges and toss it by three hundred feet.
But what would that solve other than putting even more fear of God into them.
“Beast. Beast. Beast!”
Then there was the thought of what my rabid fans would do if they caught up with me. Nah, being a superstar wasn’t on my bingo card. I pounded on the door, praying one of the security guards could hear me.
The crowd was getting closer, even running over each other to get to me first. Wait a minute. Were they chanting ‘kill’? Oh, fuck me. This was getting out of hand.
I pounded again. “Jerry! You better be there.”
They were close. Way too close. Holy shit. My body hummed, tingles of electricity tickling every synapse. Oh, this wasn’t good. Not even a little bit. If I wasn’t careful…
Bam. Bam. Bam!
