Chapter 119

• “I guess we witnessed a mirage then, huh?” Meadow appears on the roof of the first truck, coming out of the shadows and strutting across the thick solid canvas of the covering like a supermodel. Hand on her hip as she glares this way, and the sub pack emerges creepily too. Some around the sides of the trucks, pouring in like beetles and scaring Deacon’s pack half to death with their sudden appearance. Cesar appears behind Meadow, while Mateo appears on the roof of the other one. Ninja stealth and almost magical appearances. They know how to spread out and look like there are more of them. They have a force that’s hard to miss.
• “Let me have this one; he’s cute, and I want to play with him!” Jesús slides up behind one of the men, slightly further out from the rest. He jumps a mile high, growls at Jesús, and then runs to his pack to avoid the taunting smirk and kissing motions. The twins chuckle as they round on them, making more sexy winks and kissing motions, cooing naughtily. They’re humiliating them while standing casually. Languishing like they’re hanging out in a field waiting for a sports tournament to begin—no hint of fear, wariness, or even rage. Just taunting confidence of a pack that knows, as a unit, they’re fierce.
• “I don’t think you’re his type. He likes the soft, submissive femmes so that he can feel all man about it.” Radar pokes fun at the member trying to cower behind his pack, and Colton grins at the hilarity of his very intimidating fellows. Obviously, he’s used to this kind of response when they encounter an enemy, and he doesn’t seem fazed by it. It now makes sense who was whooping and making a noise upon arriving as though heading to a party. They’re comical in a terrifying, psychotic way, and you can tell every one of them has tasted blood on a battlefield. You only get that kind of bold scariness from experience.