Page 54 of Shifter Situations

Sloane rolled her lips in, tilting her head to the left as she thought about his question. “Legally? No, I am not.”

A petite woman dropped to her knees over Cilla’s body, sobbing uncontrollably.

My kitten shrugged. “Sorry? I did warn her.”

“Sloane!” Jack chastised, covering his face with his right hand.

“What?” She rolled her eyes. “I said sorry.”

“You didn’t mean it,” Grim commented distractedly as he collected Cilla’s and Cassie’s souls.

She shook her head, no remorse in her voice as she said, “Not in the least.”

My mate was crazy, of that I wouldn’t disagree; but why were these women approaching Briggs now? I couldn’t quite connect the dots, though it was absolutely time for us to go.

We needed to get the fuck out of this party before we had to kill more shifters than necessary.

Blaire and Grim loaded Jack and Baylor into Bay’s red truck. Novak’s sister climbed into the driver’s seat and began maneuvering the huge vehicle out of the packed field without hitting anyone.

Scratch that. She hit a fox, but I couldn’t be positive if it was a person or a regular animal.

Novak chuckled. “Ten points for Blaire.”

We weren’t even past the second row of vehicles when another familiar face peered around the back of an SUV.

Sloane wasted no time, striding straight to her. My kitten’s hand shot out, fingers firmly gripping the redhead’s neck as her claws began to extend.

“What do you want, Rachel?” Briggs quietly asked, scrubbing at his forehead with his middle finger.

She didn’t answer him, her big blue eyes meeting Sloane’s in a dangerous display of disobedience.

Static filled my mind, and I groaned at the sound. It was getting ridiculous, and we needed to move the drug usage within the pack to a top priority.

The number one task on our to-do list.

“This is hotter than him choking me. You wanna take this somewhere else? He can watch, if you want,” she rasped out, biting the edge of her lip as her eyes continued to rove over Sloane’s face.

My mate furrowed her brow, and the redhead grinned as Sloane’s hand tightened around her throat.

“I’ll let you live. For now. Tell the she-wolf I’m done with her bullshit. She sent you to me so that you could die like the other two, and it’s getting old.”

She released the female shifter, motioning with her hand for Rachel to go.

“Did you date half the pack, or is it my imagination?” Sloane snarked at Briggs before pointing at the slowly retreating back of Rachel. “Also, I’d like it documented that I didn’t kill that one. So I’m two out of three for murders tonight.”

I snorted. “That one.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Devil. I’ll kill yours next,” she stated sweetly.

I bared my teeth at her, and she smirked, crooking her fingers for me to come at her.

“And what about you?” Novak drawled. “What if we feel the need to kill your ex-boyfriends?”

“Don’t, Novak,” Vaughn spoke up. “If she starts killing your conquests, then she’ll end up murdering enough people to put a small university out of business.”

“You’ve already killed one,” she countered, grinning at Vaughn before flourishing her hand at York.

“And here’s the last one, but I’d prefer if you didn’t truly kill him. Though—” She tapped her chin. “If what Lucy said is true, then my eternal lifespan has been shared between my bonded mates.”