“This okay?” I ask, but we all know I don’t give a shit whether it is or not. We’re talking here or not at all.
Fox rolls his eyes. “Yeah. At least we don’t have to worry about yourprospectoverhearing. I wasn’t aware the Wild Wolves were in the habit of allowing human prospects.”
It takes everything in me not to react. Not to look anywhere but straight at Fox. How the fuck did he know?
Fox is a hunter, yes, and he has better instincts then most, but he still has no foolproof way of telling if someone is human or shifter just by meeting them. Even though I referenced our club and not pack outside, there should’ve still been doubt, a sliver of uncertainty until I clarified the situation for him.
But he fucking knew.
I remember the flair of recognition in his eyes earlier, and my blood runs cold.
Does he know Morgan?
I don’t see how he can, and I didn’t sense anything similar from Morgan when we were outside.
Tension fills the air, the kind that everyone can sense. But it’s the underlying magical taste to it that concerns me. I’m not the only one who put the pieces together and feels uneasy.
“Talk.” I want this over and done with so they can leave.
Ineedthem to leave.
Fox leans against the table in the middle of the room, the other hunters linger near the wall. “Like I said, it’s a routine visit.”
“We’re not due one for another couple of months.”
He shrugs. “There’s no set schedule, you know that.”
I do, but for the last couple of years, there sort of has been, which makes this unexpected visit all the more concerning. “As far as I’m aware there’s been no incidents involving shifters around here.” I pray to the Goddess that it’s true and the FBs haven’t managed to fuck us over without us hearing about it.And if they knew about Morgan’s attack, they’d have led with that.
“Can we cut the bullshit and get on with the inspection?” Beck says, sounding bored. “Some of us had plans for today.”
I catch Grey’s wince just before Fox whirls round to snarl at them. “Watch your fucking mouth. Want me to report back that you were uncooperative?” He glances at me, then back at Beck. “You got some side deal going on that you don’t want us to find out about?”
“Fuck off.” Beck glares at him now, and I don’t miss the way Grey nudges him with his foot.
Fox laughs but faces me again. “You up to something we should know about, Harper?”
Many, many things.
I reckon he knows it too. Or at least suspects one of them. We took the MC life to heart when we set up the Wild Wolves. It’s not like a pack of shifters can all easily find well-paying jobs, and this huge fucking house doesn’t pay for itself.
“No,” I reply, hands still shoved in my pockets, the very picture of boredom. “You’re welcome to have a look around, of course.”
“We will.” Fox crosses his arms, gaze drifting to the president patch on my cut. “Tell me more about this prospect. You can’t be serious about accepting a human into yourclub.”
I hold out a hand and tilt it from side to side. “I haven’t made my mind up. That’s why he’s a prospect.” I’m heavy with the sarcasm and Fox’s eyes narrow.
“Will you tell him what you are?”
Yeah, there’s no mistaking the sneer in his voice. He fucking hates us.
“Undecided.”
“Be careful,” he warns, voice low, threatening. “If he starts spouting that shit around town, there’ll be consequences. Thevery least of which will be you and yours finding yourselves a new place to live.”
“I’m aware.”
He stands and walks around the room to the only window. Another reason I chose to bring them here is that the window only looks out on the forest. You can’t see much else, especially not the garage where Beth will be. The whole pack will have heard about the hunters by now and made themselves scarce, but I don’t want to invite trouble. The less they see, the better.
