Blackwing Defender (Kane's Mountains Book 1) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2016-09-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Winter felt better this morning than she had in a long time, which made no sense because she bore a new claw mark that still looked seven shades of awful. But whatever. The D-Team had already talked about it, along with Kane and Rowan, so what was the point of hiding it?

She’d actually brushed her hair today and piled it up on top of her head in a messy bun that, if she said so herself, looked cute with the actual make-up she’d applied and her aviator sunglasses.

The nerves were there, though, fluttering in her stomach like dry leaves in a stiff wind. As she laced up her boots over her skinny jeans, she checked the clock on the nightstand for the hundredth time this morning. It was 9:50, and still no call from the dragons.

What if she was out on the first round? Even with Ben vouching for her, what if she didn’t make the cut? Then she would have to go back to Red Havoc with her tail tucked between her legs and settle into a life she couldn’t imagine anymore. That, or she would have to search for another crew. But that put her hackles up because the dragons now knew the grit she’d gone through, and she really didn’t want to explain that to another alpha again. Plus…Logan.

With a sigh, she stood and made her way out of her small motel room.

Logan was sitting outside of his room a couple doors down, his knees drawn up, arms resting over them and his phone dangling from one hand. He slid her a glance and, to her shock, a little smile that disappeared almost immediately. But it had been there. It counted.

“You get a call yet?” she asked.

“No, you?”

Winter shook her head.

Dustin appeared between two cars with a massive sack in his hand. Grease stains at the bottom said whatever he’d brought was probably delicious. When the scent of Chinese food hit her nose, her stomach growled.

Without an invite, Dustin sat down next to Logan and started unloading little cartons of food from the bag. Beast was now making his way toward them from the other side of the motel parking lot, and Emma came out of a room about ten doors down.

Winter reached for a carton of noodles, but Dustin slapped her hand and said, “No,” sternly like she was a dog taking from the dinner table. “You still owe me money from yesterday’s failed food run.”

Winter pulled out a wadded twenty from her pocket and threw it at him. It bounced off his forehead, but he caught it neatly and said, “You can have one bite. Don’t give me mouth herpes.”

Winter rolled her eyes and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the pile of condiments he’d upended onto the sidewalk. Emma didn’t even ask, just sat down and grabbed some fried rice. Beast sat on the curb a few doors down, glaring across the parking lot at another group of shifters from yesterday—the competition.

“Hey deaf girl,” one of them yelled.

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