Sunglasses at Night (Claws Clause 3)

Colt gestured at a college-aged kid with black hair, gold eyes, and a cocky smile. He was about an inch or so taller than Adam, though his body was more thick than stocky.

“This is Travis Fenton,” introduced Colt. “He’s a packmate who lives a couple of houses down from the Alpha.”

With a casual shrug, Travis said, “Got lucky to pick out the house before the last Alpha challenge. Now everyone wants to live near the new Alpha couple but the cul de sac is full up. Well, not tonight. Alpha didn’t want to present too many targets for the twisted witch.”

“Twisted is right.” Wolfe huffed, pausing in his prowling pacing to finally acknowledge Adam’s arrival. “I thought I knew Cilla, but now I have no idea what she’s capable of. She’s tried to kill my mate twice before, nearly took out my brother—”

“Hey,” argued Colt. “She blindsided me with magic.”

“That’s right,” the blonde female added. She wore her hair cut short, a pixie cut, and she had a sharp face set off by her brilliant lavender eyes. Definitely a witch. Must be the bounty hunter. “And she’ll do it again.”

“Who are you?”

She stuck out her hand. “Virginia Stone.”

Adam hesitated. He still hated to show off his Nightwalker claws, but remembering the way Tabby stroked them lovingly while they lay together in her bed, he took her hand carefully.

She didn’t seem to mind at all. They shook, then Virginia reached around Adam’s bulk to shake Tabby’s hand next.

“Virginia’s the witch who gave us the head’s up that Cilla’s hunting my mate,” Wolfe said gruffly.

“I work for Luciana—”

“Luciana la Sorcière,” Shea cut in. “The head witch of Coventry.”

“Right. It’s my job to hunt down rogue witches like Priscilla Winters. I’ve been tracking her for close to a year. This is the first time she’s crawled out of her hole. She’s on her way here.”

“That’s why my mate’s not,” growled Wolfe. The way he kept saying ‘my mate’ while pointedly looking Adam’s way wasn’t exactly subtle, but Adam let it pass. He didn’t blame Wolfe one bit and, besides, if Wolfe was scowling at Adam, that meant he wasn’t turning his aggression on Tabby. “She’s safe, and once I get my claws on Cilla, she’ll have nothing left to fear.”

Colt crossed his arms, his pretty boy face twisted in an annoyed expression as he flickered a look Shea’s way. “You should be with her,” he muttered. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Shea patted her mate on his upper arm. “We already had this argument and you lost. Be graceful about it, okay?”

“Shea…”

She blinked, her lovely purple eyes almost innocent. “What? You act like I forgot what that nasty witch did to you. Three days, Colton. I had to sit at your bedside for three days. I owe Priscilla, too.”

He looped an arm over her shoulder, tucking her close. The annoyed look faded into one of total adoration. “I love you.”

Shea chuckled. Adam found his attention being drawn to Tabby, wondering what she was making of the lovey-dovey bonded couple in front of them. She gave him a small smile that hit him dead in his chest—then arrowed straight to his cock.

Adam cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from his slayer.

He turned to the blonde witch. “How do you know the witch is coming here?”

“Witches sometimes have certain gifts that go along with their magic. The Moonshadow line produces healers with a stray empath or two. My family? We have the sight.”

“You mean like a psychic?”

She shrugged. “Something like that. And it’s not just Priscilla who’s coming here. I couldn’t see exactly who she was traveling with, but they were red.”

Red like the glow on his enchanted sword?

“Nightwalkers?” Adam confirmed.

Virginia nodded. “Man-eaters, too. The vamps closing in on Wolf’s Creek with the rogue witch aren’t just for show. She brings death with her.”

“Yeah,” echoed Wolfe, with more relish to his hoarse, raspy voice than should be possible. “And we’ll be ready for it.”