Jack’s nostrils flared. “Keeping the perp from fleeing. Bounty hunter rule number three.”
Brock stalked toward Jack with five deadly strides, giving zero shits that his dick was hanging out in front of another dude. “Fuck your rules. What I want to know is, did you see her go in the pool?”
Oh shit.
I hurried to the alpha’s side. “Brock, he’s right. Rule number three states that if a hunter is indisposed, you secure the perp before sending help to the other hunter.”
Even though it did sting a bit that Jack hadn’t concerned himself more with my fate.
Jack’s chest was rising and falling as if he were fighting his own shift, but Calista was grinning wickedly between the two men.
“Answer me!” Brock roared, and the remaining unbroken windows shook in their frames with his alpha command.
I wasn’t aware of all the werewolf rules, but I did know that if a wolf from another pack was in the presence of an alpha, he was obligated to answer direct questions.
Jack grit his teeth. “Yes, but I—”
Brock didn’t let him finish his sentence before hooking him in the jaw with an uppercut.
“Fuck!” I shouted as Jack flew backwards and Brock launched himself on top of him.
I lunged forward to grab Calista, Molly hovering next to me. Police sirens cut through the silence. Shit, the human cops had been called. Soaking wet, I tugged on Calista’s cuffs and looked at Cass.
“Call Mack. Tell him we got her and the human cops are on their way. Ask him how he wants us to transport her.”
Cass nodded, watching the two big men grapple. Jack didn’t seem to give two shits that a naked man was straddling him. He was doing all he could to throw Brock.
“I’m really enjoying this,” Calista purred in a slithering voice, eyes glued to Jack and Brock.
If I tried to break them up, I’d likely get socked in the face. Instead I looked at Molly. “Bring me that vial.” I pointed to the pink vial on the floor next to my katana that had rolled away when I’d been knocked in the water.
Molly nodded, scurrying to retrieve it. When she returned, she handed it to me.
“You do the honors. Just throw it against the ground,” I said.
Swallowing hard, and looking a bit nervous, she chucked it at their feet. The glass smashed and hot pink snow exploded from the ground where Molly had broken the vial, sinking the boys into two feet of frigid cold in under thirty seconds.
Both men growled, rolling off each other. Brock glared at me, while Jack avoided my eyes.
“You done?” I asked my man.
His lip was split, but he otherwise looked okay. Jack, however, had gotten his ass whooped.
“Go put some clothes on before the human cops show up and think you’re a creeper,” Molly told Brock, though I doubted anyone would ever take in all of Brock and come to that conclusion. It was far more likely that they’d think him a high-end male stripper.
Brock glared at Molly, who gave him a quirk of an eyebrow and a smirk instead of looking cowed, and then moved to a pile of clothes.
“Jack, wait for me in my Jeep,” I said, pinning my gaze on my ex, who was busy rubbing a sore jaw and shooting daggers at Brock’s back. His nose appeared broken and he was already sporting the beginnings of a wicked black eye.
Kenzie limped over to him and smacked his arm to get him moving. Both bounty hunters visually confirmed Calista was still secure in my grip before leaving the pool room. Once they did, I asked Reo and Haru to wait in the car as well. I didn’t need the humans inquiring about my warriors. They picked up my katana from where it had fallen on the deck before my dunk and filed out without a word of complaint.
Cass made his way over to me, holding out his phone. “Mack says it’s okay to have Eugene PD process and transport her.”
Good. That made things easier.
Detective Swanson and a group of cops filed into the room then, guns raised.
“Evie Black.” Detective Swanson nodded, appearing relieved.
