The Wayward Sons & The Wichita Werewolf by A. Winchester

Author:A. Winchester [Winchester, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I huffed out another angry puff of smoke. I hated his plan. I hated his stupid fucking plan.

I hated it because I knew Ryder. In the heat of the moment, he’d do whatever the hell he needed to do no matter what it cost him. I could keep reminding him until I was blue in the fucking face—which I would—but that didn’t mean he’d listen to me. The man had the heart of a fucking hero.

“I don’t like it,” I muttered as I slammed the trunk shut. I leaned against the car, watching Ryder double-check his rifle piece by piece.

“You don’t have to,” he whispered. His gaze flicked upward to where the tot squad was checking their weapons and getting ready to hunt. They still didn’t quite understand that I had no intention of getting them involved if I could avoid it. They were there to be the clean-up crew only. I wasn’t about to be responsible for a bunch of kids barely old enough to drink. Fuck that shit.

“Hey.” I grabbed Ryder’s chin and made him look at me. Those pale eyes were none too impressed with me interrupting him, but I didn’t care. I brushed my thumb over his cheek fondly. “You better fuckin’ tell me if somethin’ goes wrong on your end, you hear me? I don’t care if it’s a good time for it or not. You tell me.”

“Gray—”

“I’m fuckin’ serious, baby. I’ll burn down the whole fuckin’ forest and everythin’ in it if I have to.” If I tapped into enough of my power, I could do just that. And I would. For Ryder, I’d do anything. I didn’t care what the collateral damage looked like. Keeping him safe was my sole fucking purpose in this world. That much I knew. “I don’t give a flyin’ fuck about the tot squad, you hear me? You tell me, and I’ll protect you.”

From his expression, I knew my message got through. I could only hope for once the man listened to me.

As always before every hunt, I leaned in and kissed him. My hand slid over his jaw and around the back of his head, threading my fingers through his hair. Despite the ridiculously high tension of the situation, I felt him melt a little for me. He tugged on my shirt to bring me closer to him. I savored the warmth of his body and the taste of his tongue as it swept over mine. This right here, this was why I hunted. For Ryder. I didn’t give a fuck about saving the world. The world certainly had never given a single fuck about me. But Ryder did. And Ryder wanted to save the world one demon at a time, and so we did.

“Don’t do nothin’ stupid,” I growled when I pulled away. His forehead touched mine. I breathed him in deeply, committing to memory that ridiculous combination of cheap bar soap and fancy-ass shampoo he loved. It was so uniquely him, and I craved keeping that smell with me.

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