Mated Girl (Wolf Girl #4)(56)

She paused the movie and sat up, looking feral. Her black hair was kinky and unbrushed, flying about her head like a lion’s mane. She glared at me with her honey-hazel eyes. “Because women aren’t cheating, lying dirtbags who think with their dick!” she roared.
Ouch. She was definitely in the anger phase of grieving.
“True,” I agreed, shoving the last bite of my burrito down my throat. I’d need to shower and change into something super slutty if I was going to Bang and posing as a feeder.
“If Vasquez,” she said his name like it was poison, “wants to screw half the hunters here, then so be it! I’ll screw the other half! Including the women. Take that!”
This was worse than I thought. Liv and I were both virgins, as outlined in the strict moral code of conduct for female hunters that we adhered to, so I didn’t think she was going to go and bang half the hunter squad anytime soon. “You wanna go hunting? Take out your rage on a member of the vampire royalty?” I tried to switch gears and bring her out of this depression.
Pure joy spread across her face. She grinned, showcasing the dimple in her left cheek. “Yes.”
Liv was passionate, and turning that passion into rage would help tonight. “Get dressed. We’re going into Bang as feeders.”
“Think there is time to slash Vasquez’s tires on the way out?” She raised an eyebrow.
Damn, he really screwed her over. I’d have to have a little talk with him later.
“Maybe later,” I hedged.
And with that we got ready for one of the most highest profile kills of my career. If I brought back the head of a Drake, Maz would surely make me a senior hunter.