Forever Broken

But the rest of the pack hung back. “I don’t know, Chulo,” one very thin wolf said, looking at Laurent uncertainly. “Skulls said not to mess with him until he came back.”

“Fuck what Skulls said! You gonna listen to him or me? I’ve got the Chavez blood in my veins, not that hijo de puta white boy . ”

“Yeah, but he’s second wolf. And Angel said—”

“Angel said I was taking point tonight. Not you, Chulo, so back right the fuck down.” The new voice belonged to another wolf—slightly shorter than the rest but much more muscular. He shouldered his way through the pack and Laurent saw that, unlike the rest of the pack, he had spiky dark blond hair and deep blue eyes. There was an air of menace about him but something else as well. Something Laurent couldn’t quite put his finger on…

“Hey, I’m just doing what Angel said,” the tall one snarled. “He said to fuck up some vampires so I’m gonna fuck this one up.”

“Not ’til I say to you’re not.” The blond man crossed his arms over his heavily muscled chest. “Pack protocol, Chulo, you don’t attack until I say so. Unless you want to challenge me right here and now, that is.”

The tall wolf looked uneasy. “Chill, man. I didn’t say nothing about no challenge.

We were just trying to find out where this vamp’s coven was. The way he’s dressed we figured they’re having some kinda party or something. I mean, lookit ’im—fucking faggot . ”

“Is that true?” The blond wolf looked him up and down speculatively and Laurent did his best to meet the dark blue eyes. There was something in them—something more than the disgust and hatred he saw in the other wolves’ eyes glowing gold in the moonlight.

“Is it true that I have been attending a party? No,” he said, deciding to tell the truth for some reason he couldn’t fathom. “But yes, I do enjoy the love of other men. Though I do not see what my style of dress has to do with my sexual preference.”

“See? See? ” His statement seemed to have positively enraged the taller wolf. “Hijo de puta fucking admits it! Fucking disgusting!” He spat on the ground as though to get a bad taste out of his mouth. “I’m gonna fuck ’im up just for that.” Surging forward, he reached for Laurent’s throat only to be knocked aside by the blond wolf.

“Stand down, Chulo! No me jodas— don’t fuck with me . I mean it.”

“No, I’m not fucking standing down. I’m going to kill this undead cabron right fucking now.” He lunged forward again and this time the blond wolf put himself between the tall one and Laurent. Though the other wolf hit the blond one with amazing force—Laurent could hear the solid thud of impact—he didn’t go down. In fact, all he did was stumble backward a few steps.

Not wanting to fall down with them if the two wolves started really brawling, Laurent put up a hand to shield himself. Quite by accident, his palm landed flush along the broad, bare curve of the blond wolf’s back.

And then he felt it.

It started as a tingling buzz in his fingertips and made its way up his arm with lightning speed. From there it spread to the rest of his body, washing over him like a warm wave. His cock was instantly hard, throbbing angrily for release behind the fly of his Prada pants and his heart ached no less fiercely. Finally! whispered a voice from somewhere inside him. This is the one—the one I’ve been searching for!

The blond wolf must have felt it too—or at least he felt something because he went suddenly rigid as though he’d been electrocuted. Then he jumped away from Laurent’s touch as though it burned him, knocking over the taller wolf in the process. He threw a look over his shoulder, his eyes wide with shock and then narrow with suspicion.

Laurent was sure he would say something but he only shook his head and turned back to the one he’d called Chulo.

“Fucking asshole!” The taller wolf leapt to his feet, obviously spoiling for a fight.

“You wanna go? You wanna go right now, Skulls?”

The blond wolf threw another glance over his shoulder at Laurent. “No I don’t want to ‘go’. Fucking get over yourself, Chulo.”

“You asked me earlier if I wanted to challenge you. Well maybe I do.”

“Great. And while you and I fight, the rest of this vamp’s coven is getting away.” “We don’t even know that he has a coven—you’re just trying to get out of a fight,”

Chulo accused. The other wolves began to murmur among themselves and the blond wolf frowned.

“Fine, you want a challenge? Challenge me tomorrow. Right now we need to clean up the rest of that coven. Or are you afraid you can’t handle more than one at a time?”