Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

ain't he? A human?"
    Despite the seriousness of the situation, Charlie couldn't hide his disbelief the two wolves would be so blatant with their mouths. What a couple of meatheads. He supposed you were what you ate. Which made Charlie what? A bloody idiot?
    Another human joined the sexy bouncer, the saloon bartender. Charlie almost groaned out loud. Not another one …
    "I got your back, Luke," the bartender said.
    Before Charlie could diffuse the already out of control situation, a solid wall of human flanked his sides.
    "Thanks, Tim." Eyes never leaving the wolves, Luke hefted the cricket bat, slapping it in his palm. "You two gonna leave or am I gonna have to make ya?"
    Scott grinned. "Bring it."
    "Wait!" Charlie reached out to stop the two humans.
    Luke shoved him back.
    Landing flat on his ass, he saw cell phones go up. He winced as the flash of their cameras hurt his light sensitive eyes.
    Aww, fuck!
    Contrary to popular belief, nightwalkers did not turn into bats, garlic made their breath stink, crosses did nothing, and they didn't have to be 'invited' in to a house. Too much sun exposure would make them very sick and burn their fair skin, but they sure as fuck didn't sparkle. The blood drinking, well, nightwalkers did do that. They would die if they didn't. And as far as cameras and mirrors went?
    Yeah, they worked on them just like everybody else.
    Which meant if Charlie had to step in and do anything supernatural to save these well-meaning but foolish humans, the shit will be on YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, and whatever other site these folks had in their social-media repertoire. Damn, he hated the internet.
    "Now I said to bugger off," Luke warned again. "I don't wanna hurt you, but I will."
    "Gladly," Tim added.
    Scott bared his teeth and snarled. It sounded animalistic and more cameras flashed.
    Double fuck.. .
    As if an unheard bell rang to signal the start of a fight, the humans lunged at the same time the wolves leapt forward.
    Charlie scrambled to his feet. The loud thwack of a cricket bat connected with wolf. Shouts, more flashes and excited cries rose around them. He should've taken his chance and slipped through the crowd, but Charlie had run into Scott and Allen before. They were as mean as they were dumb. He couldn't leave the humans to get torn to shreds.
    The crowd pushed in, loving the thrill of a fight. He used the distraction to whiz around Luke and Tim. He moved so fast, it would be nothing but a blur on the cell phones— Lord help his kind if 6G phones were ever invented.
    Snaking out a foot, Charlie tripped Allen just as he charged the sexy blond human. It gave Luke the advantage. His bat landed along the wolf's side. Allen fell hard to the ground. Charlie hadn't been able to help Tim with Scott in time. The werewolf had already pinned him to the ground.
    Charlie made to run, maybe kick or throw Scott off the human, but a sharp female voice cut through the chaos of the scuffle.
    "Heel!"
    Both wolves froze.
    Everyone's attention shifted to a tall, beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She shoved her way through the onlookers and into the open space in the alley. One of the gawkers snapped her picture with his phone and one look from her had the guy stuffing the device in his pocket sheepishly.
    Charlie recognized the woman at once.
    Margo Blackfoot, an Alpha female from the American Royal lineage of werewolves. Not as big of a deal in the royal family as she probably imagined herself, she still had some serious credentials. He'd run into the bitch before, and though he could no doubt take her, he didn't relish putting it to the test.
    Taking advantage of Scott's distraction, Tim punched the wolf in the jaw. Scott fell back on his ass. The bartender jumped to his feet and joined Luke.
    Breathing heavy, bat still in hand, Luke faced the newcomer. "Hey, lady…"
    Not acknowledging Luke, Margo gave a disapproving gaze on her betas. They cowered under her fierce, gold-eyed stare.
    "Mistress…" Allen muttered.
    "Get over here, now!" she barked.
    Scrambling to their feet, the two wolves hastened to obey.
    "You two make me sick," she muttered as they cowered at her side, proverbial tails tucked between their legs. "What the fuck were you doing here , anyway?"
    Fuck. Yup, that had definitely been what they were trying to do. Before Charlie could stop himself, he sniffed a laugh. Margo's eyes shot to him and he instantly regretted being spied.
    Everyone knew she and her twin brother were part of