Page 360 of His Hungry Wolf

“Yeah. He’s been doing that to me all week. I’m gonna put an end to that shit right now.”

“Nero, what are you gonna do?” I asked sure this wasn’t going to end well.

“We’re just gonna show him who he’s dealing with.”

“We?”

Nero turned to me. “Yeah. You got my back or what?”

“Always. But you sure this is the way to handle it.”

“You just follow my lead. This shit ends now.”

Nero looked back toward the player exit and waited. My heart thumped as he did. I could feel my wolf pushing to the surface. There was no way this was a good decision. But what other choice did I have but to back up Nero?

When a large man draped in gold chains exited, Nero perked up.

“That’s him. Let’s go,” he said not waiting for a reply.

Exiting the truck, Nero marched toward him.

“Taxi boy!”

Big Mac turned around and stared at him.

“What did you call me?”

“You heard me,” Nero barked. “You don’t know who you’re messing with out there.”

Watching the two of us approach, the gigantic man looked amused.

“Yeah? Who’s that?”

Within ten feet of him, Nero whipped off his shirt and tightened his chest. It looked like he was trying to shift, but he wasn’t.

Confused, Nero paused. He tried again. Nothing.

“Titus, show him who he’s dealing with,” he said turning to me.

I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. Taking off my shirt, I flexed my muscles trying to shift. Nothing happened. What was going on?

When Big Mac laughed I turned to him.

“What? Can’t shift?”

Both Nero and I looked at him stunned.

“You think you’re the only shifter in the league?”

“Are you doing this?” Nero questioned Big Mac.

“You really don’t know nothin’, do you, Rook?”

“The practice facility is on magic ground. All football stadiums are. The-powers-that-be can’t have all their golden boys slaughtered by dirty shifters on national TV, can they, now?”

Big Mac walked past Nero unthreatened. Nero grabbed him.

“I don’t need to shift to beat the shit out of you,” Nero threatened.