Cowboy Bikers MC Werewolves - Esther E. Schmidt Page 0,2

here for Bevin and what he did last night?”

“I think so,” I mutter and step forward but Ash grabs my shoulder.

His voice drops to a mere whisper. “Hang on, Prez. This woman stomps right in here, a fucking bar filled with men. Werewolves for fuck’s sake. She might not be aware, but still. Filled with burly men and this little twinkie of a woman thinks she can lure one of us out? This screams setup or retaliation. I wouldn’t go out there. Let me go around the back and see if I can smell any others or whatever it is this chick has planned.”

“It’s only her, VP,” I whisper back. “I saw a glimpse of her earlier. I’m pretty sure she checked out the property herself before she stalked right in.”

“I sure did,” the woman states.

The corner of my mouth twitches while Ash grumbles, “How the fuck did she hear that shit?”

Because she doesn’t have human ears, my mind offers as my interest skyrockets.

“Why do you need him outside?” Ash questions.

The woman puts her fists on her hips. “Because I’m going to kick his ass,” she says in a neutral tone. As if it’s fucking normal.

Laughter erupts and she spins on her heel and leaves the bar while all the others are now rushing outside, presumably to watch her kick my ass. As if that’s remotely possible.

Stepping into the late afternoon sun, I wonder out loud, “Okay, pretty lady, what do you want? I’d gather the kicking my ass part is the anger talking. So, how do we go from here?”

“Your VP mentioned earlier inside how I was here for what Bevin did last night. You mentioned it was club business. Tell me, before I handle the aftermath, why did Bevin think it was necessary to harm an innocent man? One who never in all his life harmed another soul.”

“Another soul,” I murmur. “Nice choice of words.”

I inhale deep in an effort to sense what kind of supernatural she might be because I know for sure she isn’t human. Not fully anyway. But again, I turn up empty while the woman smirks.

“Mind dropping the cloak?” I question.

“Mind answering my question?” she shoots back.

“Up until a few minutes before you hopped in, we weren’t aware of what he did last night. Mind sharing who we’re talking about?”

She tilts her head slightly at my question. Pulling a phone from her tight blue jeans, her biker boots stomp my way and she shows me a picture of a man who might have some similarities with Allen but is in fact someone else. He looks at least ten years younger.

“Please give me his details so I can handle the misunderstanding.”

She takes a step back and shoves the phone into her pocket.

“I am handling it.” It’s a clear statement and it instantly puts me on edge.

A low growl rumbles through my chest, my hands fist at my sides when I close the distance between us and lean down in her face. “Tell me the name of this man.”

Both her hands come up as she shoves against my chest, surprising me with the force of her push as I slide a few feet back. Growls rumble around us as all my men line up behind me.

I can still feel electricity dance on my chest where her hands were on me. And it’s fucking annoying because I’m pissed. Who the hell is she? There aren’t many supernaturals around and we keep a very low profile. It’s the reason we’re not a part of the supernatural MC chapters that are out there, but instead are the Nevada chapter of the Iron Hot Blood.

An MC mostly run by humans. There are only a few others I know who are like us–run by other supernaturals who enjoy living among humans earning a living and combining our passion. But ninety-nine percent are completely human run MCs and aren’t aware we’re supernaturals.

MCs who only consist of supernaturals are called Death By Reaper, they have different chapters for each supernatural. Like the Hellhounds MC, who are at the top of the chain and handle everything if things go to shit. They can shift into large black wolves with red fire crackling around them. And the president would have two heads instead of one.

Then there are guardians. Somewhat comparable with angels, they are capable of shifting into a large wolf too but are the opposite of hellhounds; white with blue fire crackling around them. There’s a Vampires MC chapter, a Dragons MC, you get