Part Thirty-Three

“Are you done with your little temper tantrum?” I asked Jett as I leaned against the doorframe of his room.

“Are you done being a pussy?” he asked me.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m done as well,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” I said to him.

“I know, I’m sorry too,” he said.

“Are you really?” I asked him.

“No,” he said and laughed.

“Good, you shouldn’t be,” I said to him as he stood up from his bed.

“Let’s go kill some hunters,” he said as I slapped him on the back and he grinned at me.

We met up with Damon and Connor on the porch and Kane followed us down the steps as we walked to the back of the pack house into a small clearing. I checked my weapons as Kane lazily stretched his body and yawned.

“Shit Kane, can you be any more excited?” Jett asked him.

“This is my excited face,” Kane said through the link and Jett laughed.

“I’ll port us to the camp site where we can surround them, I want Samantha and Phillip taken alive for interrogation, don’t kill them and no I won’t be letting them go. Kill as many as