Page 53 of Shifter Situations

He looked thoroughly irritated and sick of being touched.

Sloane’s brows furrowed slightly as she watched him. I didn’t think she wanted to step in if he could handle the situation, but as he grew more irritated, so did she.

Her demon was pushing just under the surface of her skin, ready to burst free. And that caused my demon to become anxious. It was somewhat of a chain reaction.

Cilla seemed oblivious to the unease and turned her attention to the guys and me. “How are y’all? My sister is here; I’m sure she’d love to see you.”

“No, thanks,” Novak commented quickly.

I blocked everything out as I focused on Sloane and Vaughn, picking my way into their mental conversation.

“Her mind is as static-filled as the last one.”

“We need to leave. If more of them are showing up, then it’s only a matter of time before more shit gets stirred up.”

I interrupted them. “Kill her or don’t. Vaughn is right; we need to leave.”

Sloane nodded her head to us both and moved to stand by Briggs’ side. Cilla’s unfocused eyes darted to our mate and back to the wolf as she continued to push him into—

“He’s not going home with you,” I told her as soon as I’d comprehended what she was saying.

Novak and York were glancing around the crowd for Blaire and her mates while keeping a firm grip on Palmer. They were murmuring about how they were going to get Baylor’s truck out of the clearing.

The druid teased the vampire about his sister running people over to get out, but it wasn’t a joke.

She would do it.

Sloane must have reached out to Jack mentally because the hellsteed and company began walking our way as Cilla crossed the last line.

She stretched her hand up, intending to touch Briggs’ face. Sloane swatted at her like an unruly child.

“Keep your hands to your-fucking-self,” she warned. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit. He was polite. He’s declined you. Stop throwing yourself at him. He’s not fucking interested.”

Cilla’s cheeks pinked as her hands clenched at her sides. She raised her fist, cocking it back to swing, but Sloane wasn’t fazed. She grabbed Cilla’s fist before it connected with her jaw, spinning the shifter around.

“I gave you fair warning,” my kitten whispered, her eyes bouncing to Briggs before scanning the unsuspecting crowd.

No one was paying us any attention. Not that Sloane actually cared.

A single, curved claw grew from her index finger, and she wrenched Cilla’s head back by her hair as she slid her nail over the thin flesh of her throat.

She held the shifter up as blood poured from her neck, only releasing her when she was satisfied with her work.

Meaning, she knew there was no coming back from that amount of blood loss.

And just to be sure, she leaned down and twisted Cilla’s neck.

The sound of snapping bones brought attention to us.

Sloane wiped her hands on her shirt again, but it didn’t help clean them. I took my black t-shirt off and handed it to her.

She sighed, grimacing at Briggs. “Okay, from this point on, I’ll try really hard not to kill any more of your exes.”

Jack shook his head as he eyed Cilla’s prone form. “You can’t just kill every female who talks to them.”

“I don’t.”

“You killed our sister. Are you crazy?” A male shouted as he split away from the party-goers.