Page 48 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf
“You’re gonna kick me out over a stranger?” Frank had a surprised Pikachu face.
“No, we’re kicking you out because you’re a scum-sucking low-life. Lord knows, I’ve tried to be understanding. Tried to look past your many faults, but this…” Gramps shook his head. “This is the last straw.”
“Is this because they roughed you up? I swear I didn’t know that would happen.”
“Git out before I smash your smug face.” Grams was done talking and threatened with the meat tenderizer.
“Gramps—”
“You heard my wife. Out, and don’t ever come back, because if you do…” Gramps left the threat open-ended.
Frank opened his mouth, and Derek stepped in. “Let’s go. You heard them.”
“But—”
Derek quite enjoyed grabbing Frank by the scruff and literally tossing him off the front porch.
That small pleasure didn’t last.
Athena was missing and in danger. Worse, he didn’t have the slightest idea where to start looking so he could save her.
He tried, though, scouring the dark web for any mention of the bounty. Cursing himself for not having seen the one Frank spotted. Mad that he’d been fighting fires instead of defending his family and lover.
He had no appetite for the food Grams had brewing in the crockpot, no one did, and they were all on edge when Gramps muttered, “Someone’s coming up the drive.”
Gramps had flipped the power back on, meaning the security system was online. Grams held out her phone so Derek could peek at the vehicle approaching. A blue pickup truck he didn’t recognize.
“You stay here. I’ll go see who it is.”
“Don’t you worry. We’ve got your back.” Grams had a shotgun gripped tight, and Gramps held his rifle. It killed him to see them shaken. To see them finally realize they weren’t the brawlers of their youth anymore, but old folk.
Derek headed for the front door and stood arms crossed on the porch as the truck parked and a big dude emerged.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Not exactly the most polite of greetings, but given Derek’s shit day and mood, the best anyone was getting.
“You Derek?” asked the guy, eyeing him up and down.
“Who’s asking?”
“Athena’s brother.”
The response shot up Derek’s brows. “Ares?”
“Yeah. Where’s my sister?”
“Not here.” An admission that almost stuck in his throat.
“Where is she? I need to talk to her right now.”
“I don’t know.” Derek slumped. “She was taken a few hours ago.”
“Fuck!” Ares turned and kicked the tires of his truck while letting out a litany of curses Grams would have admired.
“Sorry. I should have been here, but I was called in to fight a fire. My grandparents did their best to protect her, but Rogers came with some goons.”
“Busy little fucker,” Ares spat. “He also took my mom and sister while I was at work.”
“Oh shit,” Derek muttered.