CHAPTER 5

The shortest one, who nevertheless towered above Ravena by several inches, said, "Hey, Ritka, what say we give her a nice send-off?"

In order to wash her hands, Ravena brushed past her.

A meatier one screamed, "Don't plan on staying, bitch," squeezing Ravena and flinging her waist-length, muddy-colored hair about as she talked. She would create a heavy wolf and be difficult to defeat if she battled the other two to become Lucian's bitch because she was bigger than the other two. Ravena was no longer being harassed by female lupus garou, at least not the red form, and she was having a difficult time keeping her composure.

"Don't plan to remain for too long. Just taking care of some little family business, if that's of any interest to you.

Ritka murmured in Ravena's ear, her whiskey breath obstructing her ability to breathe. "Red, you can't have him. We know who you are. You are aware of what transpired with the other. Honey, get out of here before it happens to you too.

Ravena tried to wash her hands as her blood was boiling as if the women didn't exist.

The leather strap of her handbag was torn by the short one, and it dug into Ravena's shoulder. "Explain yourself to us."

Ritka growled, "As if the bitch would say, Angelina, when she's in this fool disguise."

Despite the pain of irritation in her temples, Ravena washed the soap from her hands and bit back the savage side of her wolf nature that was trying to emerge. Not helping her cause would be beating up three female grays.

Ritka bumped into her, possibly as a result of the other person grabbing her pocketbook and intensifying the conflict. Ravena grit her teeth against taking offense. She reminded herself that nothing they did was significant enough to arouse her.

Ravena's hair was caught by the hefty one, who pulled firmly. Men dislike coloured hair, didn't you know that?

Ravena's scalp tore in anguish as she carefully counted to 10, wanting to avoid physical contact but preparing for quick reprisal if anybody did.

Ritka laughed sharply, "You got that right, Hosstene," and grabbed a fistful of Ravena's hair.

Enough! Ravenajudo-chipped Hosstene in the throat with a swift, well-placed punch, elbowed Angelina in the stomach, turned around, and rammed her fist into Ritka's eye. Ravena, whose heart was beating, grabbed a paper towel, cleaned her hands, and walked out of the restroom while they were gasping and swearing.

She had already invited problems.

Dang it, no. The bItches had pleaded for trouble and had even hinted to Ravena that Freya had been slain because she was a red.

She let the women's obscenities in by opening the bathroom door and closing it behind her. The males sat next to the women and turned their heads from Ravena to the ladies room. Sorry, boys, but the gals need to do a little cleaning.

Sam signaled for Silva to investigate when Ravena sat down again and the ladies still hadn't left the toilet.

Ravena should look for her missing brothers and uncle at this time, maybe. Ignore the fact that Freya fled and was slain, leaving Ravena to face with Bruin's pack on her own. She might also choose to remain and endure the wrath of a group of irate grays.

She stayed out of pride and a fair lot of stubbornness. Ravena sipped her second margarita coolly, all eyes on the bathroom. Nothing was said. Without a surety, tonight they would all kill Ravena while she slept. She prayed that she hadn't come here for anything. She wasn't giving up, though.

Silva emerged from the toilet with her head wobbling, her lips pursed, and her eyes glimmering with mirth. She walked by the males who were with the women and arched her eyebrows at them. As she waited for a report, she switched her focus to Lucian. She grinned more before speaking to Sam.

For the young woman, the next margarita is on me, Silva. Tom grinned and winked at Ravena.

Shaking her head, Ravena. "Water will be just fine."

Ritka scowled as the three ladies filed out of the restroom, her swollen right eye already turning black and blue. Ravena was quite certain that her punch to the gray's neck would prevent her from talking much for a time. However, Angelina was still clenching her gut, and Hostene's face was black with rage.

Ravena was the next to be examined after the ladies. She wasn't competing to replace the pack leader's bitch, though.

She assumed it was time to devise a fresh strategy. This one was very definitely failing.

Lucian Silver observed the young woman, who had to be the identical twin of his partner. needed to be. The voice sealed the deal. He initially assumed she was some obnoxious person using his chair and table, and he was perplexed as to why Sam hadn't ejected her from the premises. At least he had assumed she was a person. The visual acuity of Lupus Garous was remarkable. Only people could wear glasses. the pierced earrings, too. In their wolf form, no lupus garou would be seen dead with pierced earlobes. or, for that matter, wear a watch. The straight black hair didn't resemble that of his deceased partner, and the blue eyes froze him in place. He assumed that the perfume she had covered herself in was a ruse to get all the men in the pub hot and bothered, but Lupus Garous found the scent to be overpowering, irritating to their eyes, and having the opposite effect.

Her voice was all it needed to cause goosebumps to break out all over his body.

He insisted that he saw his late wife drinking margaritas, something that she would never have done. She was a wine lady, in essence. Moreover, how did this woman treat the females in his pack? His partner never would have succeeded.

He calmed himself by taking a deep breath and telling himself the woman wasn't his mate. Her petite face was dominated by the big Stetson and the bug-eyed, rose-colored spectacles; otherwise, she only resembled her when he looked at her carefully. However, she couldn't be more unlike his beloved Ravena in terms of personality. But his people appeared to have already made up their minds.