Wolf you Up! - Chapter 63

They got into the car and it was Connor’s turn to get behind the wheel. Embarrassed, he was setting the seat and retro, well aware of the passengers in the back staring at him, but pretending to look at everything but him to prevent another mood swing.

At that moment, the agent bitterly regretted letting his emotions get the best of him. He glowered in the mirror, cursing his thirty-minute younger self, then sighed.

Connor cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry for bursting out like that. We don’t have time to waste and yet … ”

“It’s ok,” Eden assured. “We can take time for you to feel ok. It’s not like it was that much. We already know where we must go so it’s not a big deal. I mean… I would have been pretty shocked if I had been in your place. ”

Connor hadn’t expected such a response from the young omega and stared at the oval face framed in blond hair. The golden irises stared back at him and the werewolf gave him a warm smile. Instantly, Connor relaxed and responded with a smile of equal warmth.

“So the destination now is Bloodhood’s territory if I understand correctly?”

“Actually…”

Just after Glen had spoken, a growl echoed inside the car and the culprit was alpha’s stomach.

“I think I’d probably die if I don’t eat  something soon.”

Connor raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. He knew his friend’s metabolism was much faster than his since he was a werewolf. Add to that the fact that they had hit the road early with no breakfast and no breaks, all that so they can reach Little Soul as quickly as possible.

“I’m not against a break, but we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere,” Connor responded by pressing the buttons on the GPS.

“There’s a small town with a diner about forty-five minutes from here.”

“We can go hunting.”

Eden and the Soul Healer had spoken at the same time and looked at each other before directing their attention to the driver and his front passenger.

“If I have to choose, I prefer to choose food that has been dead for at least twenty-four hours before I ingest it.”

“Raw meat is good, though,” Eden said with a frown.

Glen gave Connor a sidelong glance for help. The man rolled his eyes and decided to side with the alpha who had helped him regain his composure.

“I’m going to eat too, so I’m voting for something that I won’t have to gut myself otherwise I might not be able to swallow anything. Miss Healer?”

“I’m just here as a mere help, I go where you go.”

“Ok, two votes for diner and one for the hunt, and one neutral. Diner wins. ”

The alpha turned towards the road, relieved to have escaped a Bloodhood gourmet session. Several times during his stay in the pack while his mate was asleep, the Dominant had been invited to hunting parties and it was with great sorrow that each time he found an excuse to escape.

“Tch!”

Glen froze for a second and looked back to where his omega was sitting.

“Eden… Did you just click your tongue at me? Because I don’t want to eat raw meat? ”

The alpha stared incredulously at the young werewolf who had crossed his arms. His mouth was twisted into a pout and his face was outward in a dismissive demeanor. He mumbled and Glen could only catch his quiet rambling thanks to his supernatural ears.

“It’s ok to hunt once in a while. We ate in human places yesterday. ”

The Soul healer’s hand was placed in a barrier in front of her mouth, and the bulges in her cheeks and her slightly shaking shoulders indicated that it wasn’t to stifle a yawn. Connor, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide.

“I guess that’s what we call culture shock,” He managed to articulate between two giggles. The alpha was stunned by the situation. He glared at his friend and turned to his mate.

“Ok, I’ll be honest. I have nothing against hunting but, I’m not used to raw meat. Can we… ” He trailed off his words. “Compromise? We eat at the restaurant and while we look for the Blue Moon’s whereabouts, we can take the opportunity to kill a deer or two? ”

“Can Connor join us?” The male omega blurted out with more enthusiasm than he should have.

When he heard his question, Connor’s head snapped at the back. Even Glen frowned at his omega. Seeing the blond’s sheepish smile, he immediately understood what was on his mind. The hunt was just a pretext.

The werewolf wanted to continue their confrontation and also compete against Connor. A smile spread across Glen’s mouth. It’s true that he had also thought about it when he learned of his childhood friend’s true nature. What was the man capable of?

Already just as a WIA’s man, Connor was an assassin and not just an agent as he always thought. The agent sure has enough skills to fight and defeat a werewolf. He was also curious to see it.

A grin slit through the alpha’s face and he turned to the agent who was still waiting for their answer before turning on the ignition. A chill walked down the poor agent’s column when he met the Dominant’s gaze and realized Glen had just turned his jacket over. It took a few seconds for him to guess that the hunt was just a pretext.

Not wanting to be caught in the middle of the two werewolves’ devilish plan, Connor squinted his eyes.

“Spit it out. What is it about? ”

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They had left the diner after a meal which had garnered looks from all the customers seated for their meal. With three werewolves, Connor knew he was going to attract attention but he never expected it to be so much.

Right after their order, most of the dishes on the menu were out of stock which earned them a series of glares from customers each time a waiter announced that the kitchen had no more ingredients available, not without forgetting to indicate the reason with a not-discreet-at-all side-look toward their table laden with food.

And as if it wasn’t enough, the addition nearly choked the agent. Connor had pulled the card out of the WIA while considering the pretense he would feed the accounting department with.

Luckily, the agent wasn’t the type to dig into his budget when he went on a mission so he hoped that for once his superiors would close their eyes and avoid questions.

After a two-hour drive, they were near the border between Bloohdood territory and Black Moon.

Eden, who was looking lazily through the window, suddenly sat up in his seat. His eyes had caught an unusual movement and he wanted to confirm that was what he thought.

“Connor! Can you pull over the car, please? ”

The agent glanced in the rearview mirror thinking the werewolf wasn’t feeling well, but what he saw were two golden orbs that gleamed with a strange light. The officer pulled the car over to the side and turned on his blinker lights.

When he saw the omega male wasn’t taking his eyes off a specific spot, he turned off the engine and turned around as well, immediately imitated by the rest of the occupants of the vehicle.

Thanks to his training and experience in the field, his eyes could easily compete with those of the werewolves. It was normal since he fight against them. He had sharpened his senses again and again to the point of rivaling those of supernatural creatures. It was either that or he was killed because he was not up to it.

In the back of the car, the omega didn’t budge. He had already confirmed what he had seen, he just wanted a little more information to know if he was going to be able to handle the situation as he hoped.

The blond opened the door and got off of the car, immediately joined by his mate who had also understood what was happening. The omega continued to scan the woods, his eyes following the movements of targets ordinary eyes would not have noticed. He sniffed the air to distinguish the different smells and spot the enemies who were trying to break into his pack’s territory.

To confirm what he had seen, he opened his system and a grin lit up his face.

“Rogues. Sixteen of them. ”

The voice came from behind. The Soul Healer got off of the car after the three men left their seats. Eden took a step forward towards the forest then turned to his mate who smiled back and nodded to approve the idea that he didn’t need to hear to catch. The omega then turned to Connor, his blonde hair moving along with his head.

“Connor, let’s have a bit of fun.”