Chapter 409
But Megan ignored him. He stood and crowded the bars, drawing in more air and her scent. “Fuck.” Then he turned and spun away. “I’ll be back with your next meal.” He walked to the door, grabbed a tray he had left there, and came back. He pushed the food through the tray slot at the bottom of the door.
Megan popped up. She walked over slowly, watching Vince. She stopped short of his hands, then she pawed the food tray the rest of the way to her.
Vince’s eyes almost completely disappeared into his pupils before his wolf took over. His eyes flashed to a soft chocolate brown, and there was a deep rumbling in his chest. “You smell good.”
Megan rolled her eyes and sniffed the food. Each item had to be sniffed, tasted, and then she had to wait for any reactions. But as soon as Megan sniffed the meat, she pulled back and swatted the tray against the bars.
Vince’s wolf watched her, and then he smirked. “Smart girl. Most don’t notice the silver.” Megan let out a low growl before she turned her back on him. He growled back. “You can pretend you don’t find me to be a threat, but I know the truth.”
She just flicked her tail, hopped back onto the bed, and closed her eyes.
Vince, or his wolf, watched them for a while longer before he stormed out of the building. The guard watching the door returned about five minutes after he had left. He was panting and had a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.
He settled into the chair and grumbled. “He tells me to go have a fucking break and then screams at me for eating. What the fuck did he expect me to do?”
Megan stayed in the same spot for the rest of the day. She didn’t touch any of the food that Vince brought her. She straight up ignored him every time he came in. The only thing she did was readjust every minute, sending her scent into the air.
It was slowly eroding at Vince’s sanity. By the third day, he was actually drooling. He had just sent the guard away and he was already at the bars, as close as he could be.
As soon as Megan saw him, she stood and turned her back to him. Then she twitched her tail as she settled again, sending her scent into the air. He reached a hand in with some water. Megan heard a droplet of water hit the ground, so she opened her eyes, thinking it was from the cup, but she realized it was from Vince. He was frozen. His eyes were hooded and glazed. His mouth was slightly open as he panted in her scent, and another droplet of drool hit the ground.
“Come here.” He tried to command her, but the words rolled off her back. He closed his eyes and hit his forehead against the bars.
He yelped and jumped back.
Megan just shook her head slowly. “Did you forget your own cell was silver?”
Vince shook his head to clear it. “Your scent is making it difficult to think.”
Megan scoffed. “So you are blaming me for going into heat?” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t control when it happens.” She stood and hopped off the bed. She walked to the bars. “If you don’t like the smell, let me go.” She sat on her butt and glared at him.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
She laughed. “It’s not like you like me.”
“I do.” Vince blurted out, and then realized what he did. His face went through the seven stages of grief, then he settled on anger. “Stop fucking moving it around.” He threw the cup down the hall. “It’s stinking up this fucking place.”
I guess he’s moved on to anger, Nix snorted.
“You’re fucking blaming me? You fucking brought me here.”
“I had to,” he hissed. “You saw things you shouldn’t have, and if he fucking finds out, we are all dead.”
“Who the fuck cares? You’re the big bad alpha, as you fucking love to rub in my face. Who the fuck cares?”
“Garith!” There was that name again.
Who the hell is Garith? I feel like I should know, but something is blocking it. I looked at Nix and her eyes had glazed over. That isn’t normal. I growled.
What’s wrong? Nix snapped out of whatever had her.
Someone is using magic against us. Specifically, to make us forget who Garith is.
Nix furrowed her brows. Who’s that?
Exactly. Who is he?
“Who the fuck is Garith?” He froze, but Megan glazed over the name. “You wanna know what? I don’t actually give a fuck. This man isn’t going to fucking care about a lone wolf out for a run.”
Vince crouched down and leaned in to the bars. He took in a big sniff and then sighed. “You are right. He wouldn’t care about you…and I shouldn’t either.” Then he turned and left the jail, slamming the door as he left.