Page 6 of His to Hunt

They know what we are because we’ve had encounters with them in the past. It won’t help them. They may manage to get some shots off, but they won’t see us coming until it’s too late.

“Now,” Saul transmits, then he leaps over the railing.

The rest of us follow him over the side and we tear into the bastards before we hit the ground. There’s shouting, screaming, and a hail of bullets, but as long as they’re aiming at us, the women are safe.

I catch one of the MC members by the back of his neck, ripping out his spine as I land. I immediately launch myself at another, feeling several bullets bounce off my hide. They hurt, but they can’t penetrate my skin. I’m more afraid of something with a sharp edge than a bullet.

“Run! There’s too many of them!” one of the MC members shouts.

The one in front of me doesn’t live long enough to hear it. I sink my fangs into his throat, jerk my head, and taste his blood in my mouth. Ryker chases the one who gave the order to run, clipping his leg before finishing him off. I look around and see the rest of the pack delivering killing blows except for Austin. He likes to play with his prey before going for the kill.

“Stop fucking around, Austin,” Saul transmits.

“Just making sure he regrets what he did before he pays for it in blood,” Austin replies.

“The women are fine,” Donovan transmits. “Scared, but fine.”

The women are all bound and gagged in the back of the warehouse. I can see them, but I don’t approach, because we’ll scare them more than the bikers. We’ve done our job. The cops can clean up the mess. We don’t work with them, but they understand that we’re on their side, even if they don’t fully understand what we are or agree with our methods.

After the last member of the MC is dead, we exit the warehouse and rush back to the rendezvous spot where we met up before we started following the trail. We shift into human form, gather our things, and circle back to the warehouse district once we have our phones. Saul uses his to call the cops.

“Hey, Lieutenant Peterson,” he growls. “I’m sending you a location. You’ll find what’s left of the Devastators MC and some women in need of medical attention.”

A few of the women have been hurt. I could tell that without getting close to them. I wish we had gotten here sooner, but things could have been a lot worse. The women who are trafficked by the Devastators MC usually get auctioned to the highest bidder. Then they’re never seen or heard from again.

We climb to the top of a warehouse that overlooks the area where we fought the Devastators MC. There’s no real need for us to stick around, but we need to ensure the women are safe before we leave.

Once the police and paramedics arrive, we slip into the darkness and disappear. We’re not needed anymore. With any luck, this will be the last fight for a while. We might actually be able to get some rest.

“Let’s head back to the bunker,” Saul says.

“Good idea,” I say.

“The bunker? Nah, let’s go to our penthouse in New Salem,” Ryker growls. “Cigars, whiskey, and maybe we could invite some women to join us. Been way too long since we’ve had a party.”

“I like the sound of that,” Seb says. “We deserve it after tonight.”

“Yeah, come on, Saul,” Donovan chuckles. “I bet that college girl would love to see you again. We all heard her calling you Daddy the last time you had her over.”

“That’s none of your business,” Saul growls. “But fine. I suppose we could use a break before we return to the bunker.”

“I’ll make a few calls so that we’re not lonely for very long once we get there,” Austin says, pulling out his phone.

We cut left toward New Salem. We’d be faster if we called our wolves, but we’re pretty fast on our feet too. Our wolves give us increased strength, speed, and endurance, even when we’re in human form.

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my dick wet, but I’m not really one for parties. I was looking forward to a quiet night at the bunker. Silver Pack is clearly in the mood to party and we stick together, so I’ll go with them. If I see a woman I like, the other side of my bed won’t be cold tonight. Sometimes, it does get kind of lonely waking up alone every morning.

We’re almost to our penthouse when I pick up a strange scent. At first, it’s just smoke, like a candle has been extinguished nearby. Then I pick up hints of sage, rosemary, salt, and honey. My nose is twitching and searching for the origin when I detect a coppery tang beneath the other scents, along with something bitter I can’t really identify.

It’s definitely blood, but not like the blood from the warehouse. This isn’t spilled with malice. This blood has been offered.

“Ryker? Seb? You guys picking up any scents?” I ask.

Ryker stops and looks around. “No, nothing. Just oil, grease, and exhaust. Same as it always is in New Salem.”

“Same here,” Seb agrees. “Cars and smog.”

“Ryker’s got a better nose than any of us,” Saul growls. “You picking up some other scent, Victor? More Devastators?”