Page 5 of His to Hunt

“So, burning Matt Carson’s hair was just a waste of time?” I laugh.

“Apparently,” Madison giggles.

We tried all sorts of ingredients when we couldn’t decipher them all, hoping to get lucky. Back then, I still believed there was a chance magic was real and the universe was a vast mystery. I was so fucking naive back then. I guess we all were.

Shana returns with the ingredients in a mixing bowl. I saved my grandmother’s book, but not the little cauldron that made us feel like proper witches. I guess a bowl will do, since it isn’t going to work anyway.

“Alright, that’s everything except the drop of blood,” Madison says. “Who wants to bleed for the cause?”

“Uh, it’s Taryn’s birthday,” Shana says. “If this spell is going to make a hot guy fall in love with someone, it should be her.”

“This is ridiculous,” I sigh.

“Grab a razor,” Shana says. “Just a quick nick on your finger.”

If I weren’t so buzzed, I’d probably have more hesitation. But the quicker we get done revisiting our dark descent into the occult, we can get back to doing shots. Maybe even have some cake, once the munchies kick in, because I can tell they’re coming.

At least I’m not frustrated or annoyed right now. We’re laughing, joking, and having fun. It’s exactly how I wanted my birthday to go.

Minus the witchcraft.

CHAPTER 2

Victor

I was hoping it would be a nice, peaceful night.

Instead, I’m running on four paws beneath a full moon, surrounded by my pack and following a trail we picked up before sunset. It should lead us straight to whatever hole they crawled out of.

“The scent is getting stronger,” Saul transmits across our mental link. “They have to be close.”

“Lots of warehouses around this area,” Ryker transmits. “I’ll scout ahead.”

“I’ll come with you,” Seb transmits.

We call ourselves Silver Pack because most of us are old wolves. Divorcees, widowers, and wolves like me who never found mates. Some say I joined prematurely, but I’ll turn thirty-five later this year. It’s pretty clear that Mother Fate has no plan for me.

Ryker and Seb pull ahead first. They’re best friends and always stick together. Ryker tracks, Seb watches his back, and Saul keeps the center. He’s the oldest and we all listen to him, even though he’s not an Alpha. Austin, Donovan, and I hang back. We’re the muscle, and we’re not needed until things get violent.

“Found them,” Ryker transmits. “Everyone to my location.”

“Finally,” Austin transmits. “We can put an end to this once and for all.”

“And send a message to anyone else foolish enough to fuck around in our territory,” Donovan transmits.

“After tonight, the message will be loud and clear,” I add.

We rush to Ryker’s side and he fills us in. There are a dozen members of the Devastators MC inside the warehouse. They have hostages, but we wouldn’t have been able to track them so easily if they didn’t. They hurt one of the girls they snatched tonight, and we’ve been following her blood scent.

“Protect the women at all costs,” Saul transmits.

“Yeah, we’ve done this before,” Ryker agrees.

We could smash in the front door and tear into them, but that could put the women at risk, so stealth is our best option tonight. There’s a broken window several floors up. Thankfully, it’s a big window, and we should fit, so we carefully move up the fire escape.

In wolf form, I’m nearly seven hundred pounds of pure power, but I’m as light on my feet as a kitten when I need to be.

Once we make it to the third floor, we crawl through the window and take our positions. The members of the Devastators MC are focused on the front door, and it looks like they’ve got itchy trigger fingers.