Blonde & Blue (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #4)(79)

I broke through the trees into the clearing with an extra bounce to my step. Abandoning my human form didn’t happen often enough, but nothing felt so good, so truly free. I gazed at the moon overhead, drinking in the silver light it cast upon me. The blanket of stars stretched as far as I could see. Wistful and happy, I lifted my voice to the sky and howled, a long gut-wrenching sound that echoed all around me.

The chorus of howls that filled the night in response stirred a warmth in my belly. My wolves answered my call, and I knew they were coming. Kylarai emerged from the opposite side of the clearing, her muzzle coated in deer blood. Her grey eyes fixed me with a calm stare, but I could feel the pain she tried not to convey. Without Julian at her side, she was lost.

Shaz appeared right behind her, his white fur also bloody from their kill. He had a goofy wolf grin as he trotted over to nuzzle me with his wet nose. I sat back on my haunches, giving in to his playfulness. We wrestled and nipped at one another until the others began to fill the clearing.

When every wolf was present, watching me with attentive gazes, I embraced the change and resumed my human form. I wasn’t ready to let the wolf slip away, but I needed my voice for this. Like usual, there was a brief burst of excruciating pain as my body reformed itself, and then splendor when I was whole again. It happened fast, faster than it had when I was a new wolf. For that I was grateful.

Letting my hair fall over my br**sts, I positioned myself behind Shaz’ sitting form so that for the most part, my nakedness was minimal. I had nothing these people hadn’t seen before, but it made it a little easier to look them all in the eyes.

“I’m sure you all know that we recently lost one of our own.” It was easier to claim Julian than I’d thought. He was no less of an ass**le in death, but the reality of it was, he was ours regardless.

I took a few deep breaths, hoping the right words would come to me. For so long I had kept this side of my life separate from the rest, but that had changed when I decided to take wolves on the hunt for Maxwell and Claire. I owed it to the rest of them to let them know what was really going on outside of our town and our pack.

I scanned the group of wolves sitting so patiently, waiting to hear why I’d called them together. Our pack had shrunk over the past year. Currently there were nine wolves calling this town home, myself included. Each of us so different as people and animals.

I knew danger could find them through me on a grander scale than most of them realized. I couldn’t leave them in the dark, especially if one day they, too, would be faced with the choice to fight by my side.

“I’m also sure that most of you know there is more to me than human and wolf. I can do things that tend to set me apart. Things that attract attention from creatures of all kinds. It’s time for me to tell you what that really means to the rest of you.”

Chapter Twenty-One

It felt strange to be back at Lucy’s Lounge after spending so many nights at The Wicked Kiss. It was a foreign world, a primarily human one. It was nice to sit in the large corner booth with my friends and be able to enjoy the setting instead of being on the lookout for serious trouble.

Lucy’s Lounge was smaller than The Wicked Kiss, but it had an upper floor. There was nothing special about the small town club. It had somewhat of a country feel to it even though top 40 music pumped out of the speakers and everyone was dressed in club wear. I loved something about the small town vibe; it felt like home.

I was having a hard time relaxing despite the easygoing atmosphere. I glanced down at my attire, second guessing it even though it was too late for that. It was the fourteenth of June, my birthday, so I’d gone all out. It seemed like as good an excuse as any to go shopping.

The black and white knee-length dress encased my body like a glove. Nearly all white with a stripe of black that wound diagonally across the bodice and around to the hem of the skirt, the dress had caught my eye from a shop window. I had to have it. Jez had talked me out of my usual knee-high boots and into a pair of four-inch stilettos. With my long hair pinned up, I was feeling more feminine than I had in a long time.

“Aw, Jez, no. I told you guys not to get any gifts.” I protested when she slipped a box across the table to me.

“Too bad. You know I don’t do what I’m told. Besides, I made it myself so you have to accept it.” She shrugged and tossed a golden lock of hair out of her eyes. “Open it.”

I’d never been so happy to see Jez looking like herself again. She had recovered from Kale’s attack physically, but the emotional scars were there. In a tight leather skirt and a black bustier with those amazing red-painted lips, she looked great. But, I knew she was holding a grudge, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. I’d invited Kale to the party, but he had a tendency to avoid these things. I couldn’t help but think that might be best tonight for several reasons.

Kylarai and Zoey watched me untie the ribbon holding the box closed. I felt like I was being put on the spot. I’d specifically told everyone that I didn’t want any gifts.

I lifted the lid of the box, finding the most magnificent stake inside that I’d ever seen. It was made of cherry wood and had my name etched into it. It brought a smile to my face.

“Thank you, Jez. This is so cool of you. I can’t wait to use it.”

“I’m sure you’ll get your chance sooner than you think.” She smirked and reached for her glass, finding it empty. “Dammit. Where’s that wolf with our refills?”