Chapter 11

Feno stood outside the car. Vander made his way to stand beside them. He tapped on the roof, signaling for Winston to drive off.

“You hang out here?” Vander asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Let’s go,” Feno growled.

The bar didn’t look like much on the outside, but it was for paranormals. He sure as hell wouldn’t be caught dead in one of the human nightclubs.

“If Willow’s right, the shifter she saw in her vision frequents this bar. It’s time to find Delia so Willow and I can complete our mating. Her grandmother should be there for the celebration.”

Vander’s eyes narrowed in understanding. He, too, had refused to mate with Faye until Gamair had been destroyed and she was safe from danger.

The Kelmyar brothers stalked toward the building. Humans on the sidewalk scattered out of their way. Feno grabbed the handle of the door to the bar and flung it open.

He could already feel the energy in the air. They approached security.

Brick glared at Feno and Vander. They came to a halt in front of him.

“Didn’t I just throw you out of here the other day?” Brick growled. The bear shifter’s eyes narrowed on Feno.

Little did the bear shifter know, Feno was getting in the bar one way or another.

“I’m here with my brother. We just want to have a drink.” Feno’s eyes didn’t waver from the bear.

“I’ve got my eye on you, Feno,” Brick growled, stepping to the side.

Feno brushed past the bear, letting his gaze linger before he turned toward the bar. It was crowded for a weekday.

“I see my older brother is the life of the party here,” Vander noted dryly. He took in the bar.

They made their way through the crowd that parted for them.

“Last fight wasn’t my fault. The shifter we’re looking for tried to cut in on me and Willow. He wanted me to give her to him.”

His brother growled. They headed for the bar.

“Let me guess. You had your tongue down her throat and he thought she was just a little morsel up for the offering?”

Feno’s eyes shot to Vander’s. His brother had read right through the situation.

“Something like that.”

“There’s Jodos.” Vander pointed over to the end of the bar and headed in their friend’s direction.

“My two favorite ugly friends,” Jodos called out at their approach. He knocked back his drink and stood from his stool.

“Jodos.” Feno greeted his friend with a manly hug.

They slapped each other on the back.

“And where is the little mate I’ve heard you’ve gone out and found?” Jodos asked, checking behind him.

“She’s at the condo. I didn’t want to risk her getting injured tonight,” Feno murmured.

A shifter sitting at the bar must have heard him because his head snapped to Feno, but as soon as their eyes met, the man abandoned his seat and moved away.

“I see everyone knows you here.” Jodos chuckled and tossed a few bills at the bartender.

Feno looked for Jewels but didn’t see her. It must have been her night off, which meant that he didn’t have to ensure her safety if and when things got crazy.

“Something like that,” he offered and took the abandoned seat.

“I’d like a drink, if you guys don’t mind.” Vander leaned against the bar and flagged down the bartender.

Feno took the time to lean back and assess the room. He would know the shifter from anywhere. His gaze landed on a burly man with long stringy hair that Feno scented all the way across the crowded bar.

“Bingo,” he murmured.

Vander and Judos followed his eyes.

“Let’s get this over with,” Vander announced then knocked his shot back.

Feno pushed off the barstool and moved toward the unsuspecting shifter. He could see Brick from the corner of his eye, moving into a better position. Feno snorted at the fact that the bear shifter thought he was going to prevent a fight tonight.

Not happening.

If Feno had to beat the answers out of the shifter, he would. The crowd parted as the three dragons made their way to the shifter’s table. They made one hell of a sight. All eyes in the bar were on them. The room grew silent. Feno stood behind the shifter.

Vander and Jodos flanked his sides. Feno waited for the shifter to become aware that he was standing behind him. Feno crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited.

The wolf reeked of alcohol, as did his buddies. Feno scowled at the sight of the sorry piece of fur in front of him. The wolf turned around slowly, his beady eyes rising to meet Feno’s.

“Look who’s back to get another ass whipping,” the drunkard slurred, while his buddies around the table chuckled. His little band of wolves were all just as stinking drunk as their leader.

“As I recall, it was me who kicked all of your asses,” Feno growled, his powers shaking glasses and bottles.

The drunk shifters were poor excuses for wolves, and now that Feno could really look at the bunch, he could tell they did not belong to any pack around Westwend. There was no way that any of the packs would allow such a group.

“That’s a lie!” The shifter rose from his chair, pushing his chest into Feno’s.

Feno refused to budge. He towered over the shifter by at least a half a foot.

“Me and the boys whooped your sorry ass. What do you want? Another go round?”

If this was any other night, Feno would have laughed.

Feno’s hand shot out, and he grabbed the shifter by his neck and lifted him until his eyes were level with Feno’s. The shifter’s feet dangled in the air as he struggled to breathe.

Feno noted that Brick was slowly making his way toward them, and the other wolves scrambled to their feet. Vander and Jodos readied for a fight.

“What I want are answers,” Feno growled, squeezing the wolf’s throat. He pushed his powers out, exerting himself as the alpha between the two of them. His powers would cause any shifter to submit to him.

Curses surrounded them. His power spread throughout the bar, the patrons also hit with his energy.

“What…what do you want to know?”

“The missing witch. Where is she?” Feno lowered the shifter to the floor.

“Feno! I said I didn’t want any trouble from you tonight,” Brick yelled out and came to stand behind Feno.

“There won’t be a problem, as long as this piece of shit tells me what I need to know.” Feno refused to take his eyes off the shifter.

He felt his brother turn to face the bear shifter.

“We’ll be done here in just a second,” Vander insisted.

Vander, the peace keeper? Feno snorted. His brother was trying to buy them time.

“Hurry and ask him already.” Vander’s voice sounded in his head. “I really don’t want to knock this bear out. His face looks like it’s hard as hell.”

“His name is Brick, and it’s as hard as his name implies,” Feno replied. “I know from experience.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The wolf gasped at Feno tightening his grip on his throat.

“I have it on good authority you were there that night,” Feno growled. “This will be the last time I ask.”

The other shifters stepped from behind the table, their chests jutted out, and they glared at him. A flash of fang let Feno know the situation was about to go to hell.

He sensed they were close to shifting.

“That’s enough. Time to go.” Brick tried to shove his way by Vander, but his brother wasn’t going to let him by.

“Fuck off, whatever the fuck you are,” the wolf snarled.

“Wrong answer.” Feno threw his fist, landing it across the shifter’s face.

His body flew back onto the table which split in half, sending the wolf to the floor.

A sadistic smile spread across Feno’s face, and he went after the shifter.

The bar erupted into growls and fists. A full-out brawl began.

It felt damn good to be fighting alongside his brother and friend.

The wolf should have just answered the question. Instead, Feno would get the answer the hard way.