Moon Kissed by Donna Grant Page B

the Quarter is going to be invaded with us.”
    “Delphine still needs a witch,” Kane said.
    Solomon walked up with Court. “Which she already has.”
    “It’s all over the Quarter,” Court said miserably. “The witch was reading palms, went to get something to drink, and never returned.”
    Myles lifted his head when he heard a wolf’s cry pierce the night.
    “Griffin is calling,” said the tow-headed wolf.
    The wolf within Myles wanted free, to wreak havoc on those who would threaten what was his. “Then let’s find him.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    Myles rounded the corner of a building a half-mile from his place and spotted a shape move away from the shadows. The dark-headed wolf he’d seen earlier walked toward him.
    Griffin looked to his men and gave a nod. “I wondered if you would accept our help.”
    “I told you we would,” Kane said.
    Griffin stared at Myles with his green eyes. “I followed Delphine. They’ve taken your woman to a cemetery.”
    “Which one?” Myles demanded.
    “St. Louis number one.”
    Solomon snorted. “Of course. It’s where the Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau is buried.”
    “She’s going to channel Marie,” Kane murmured with a curse.
    Myles didn’t take his gaze from Griffin. “Delphine and her people likely heard your call. They’ll be on the lookout for any wolf.”
    “Not if some of my men lead them away.” Griffin pointed to a black-haired werewolf. “Jaxon and a small group will cause a distraction for us.”
    “And me,” replied the tow-headed teenager. Myles figured he was only about sixteen since he hadn’t filled out yet as weres did in their late teens.
    “Colt,” Griffin said with a warning look. “I need you to return to the pack and get as many wolves as will come.” Griffin’s gaze swung to Myles. “I’m guessing the LaRues want to make an impact.”
    Solomon moved forward so that he stood beside Myles. “Without a doubt.”
    “This is going to cause a shit storm for sure,” Court said.
    Kane shrugged. “Everyone can kiss my sweet ass for all I care.”
    Myles turned his head to look at Kane. He’d missed his carefree and slightly reckless brother that had been more concerned with women and drink than their family legacy. What Delphine had done to him with her curse had changed Kane. He was still reckless, but there was a carelessness about him now, one that said it didn’t matter to him if he lived or died. One that screamed for retribution and vengeance.
    Myles was glad he wasn’t on the receiving end of Kane’s fury because Kane was a man with a mission, and nothing and no one would be able to stop him.
    Why hadn’t they realized it before? They should’ve recognized the lethal gleam in his eyes. Perhaps Kane had just gotten good at hiding it.
    “The distraction needs to be big enough to cause Delphine to worry,” Myles warned.
    Griffin smiled menacingly. “I think setting her temple on fire might do it.”
    “Uh, yeah, that’d do it,” Court said with a grin.
    Myles wished now that he had gone out to the Moonstone camp and seen the weres. “How many do you think you can get?”
    “All of them,” Colt stated with conviction.
    Griffin nodded in agreement. “They’ve been waiting for just such an event.”
    “What are you thinking?” Solomon asked Myles.
    Myles looked at his brothers and grinned. “I’m thinking one of Dad’s strategies. Surround and conquer.”
    “Simple, but efficient.” Solomon gave a nod of approval. “It’s worked before.”
    Myles looked back at Griffin. “Timing is everything. Delphine expects me and my brothers. I want your pack to hold back and wait for our signal.”
    “What will the signal be?” Griffin asked.
    Kane slapped him on the back. “Trust me, you’ll know.”
    With a look, Griffin sent Colt and Jaxon off on their missions. The third wolf remained, rubbing his bald head and moving to stand just behind Griffin.  
    “Give my wolves some time to get into place,” Griffin