and kill him.”
32
Jaxson
It took an hour to organize everyone and start setting up the shelter at the
roller derby rink. The old warehouse bustled with activity as werewolves
folded up bleachers and hauled in crates of water, food, and blankets. We’d
bought out every box store in the area.
It was like prepping for a hurricane.
No one liked the idea of sleeping in a giant circle of magic created by the
LaSalles, but as much as Savannah drove me to madness, I trusted her, and
she trusted her cousin. That was something.
Stephanie would be rolling over in her grave.
I’d gotten pushback from every direction, but people complied. I was
alpha. That was the way things worked.
Space was limited, so people would be sleeping here around the clock in
shifts. Most of the signups were families afraid for their pups. I assumed
many of the more conservative members of our pack would rather die in their
sleep than accept help from the LaSalles.
I wouldn’t make sleeping here mandatory, but I’d camp in the rink, and
hopefully, the pack would follow my lead.
All the LaSalles have to do is not fuck this up.
The warehouse doors slammed open, and Casey LaSalle stepped through
like a cowboy entering a saloon.
My eyes went wide. He had a bandolier of wolfsbane cannisters draped
around his chest and a couple dangling from his side. Half a dozen
werewolves spun around and extended their claws. Menacing snarls echoed
throughout the vast room.
Casey thrust his hands out to the sides. “Nobody better fucking try to eat
me! I’m here to help.”
The fucking lunatic.