Beautiful Creatures Series

Chapter 55: 13

Melissa sat at the bar in the Mausoleum, drowning her sorrows and fuming about the encounter she had with Gordon and his girlfriends. She was still infuriated that Mackenzie had dared to strike her. She was not going to let this go unanswered. Mackenzie would pay for what she did, and Gordon would suffer.

A dark-haired man in a black suit took the barstool next to her and ordered a drink from the bartender. Then he turned to Melissa. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She scoffed as she lifted her beer to her lips. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Well, aren’t you a pleasant one? No wonder your husband left you.”

She turned and looked at this man with great interest. “How did you know my husband left me?”

“I know more about you than you think… Melissa.”

She had an uneasy feeling. Was his man a hunter? He did not seem like the usual hunter type. He claimed to know a lot about her. Did he know she was a Lycanthrope? If he did, was he trying to blackmail her? If he was, he had a big surprise coming. With the mood she was in, she would not mind killing him.

Melissa looked over the man closely, trying to decide if he was a threat. His clothes looked slept in, and his square jaw was shabby and unshaven. No, she decided, she doubted he was a hunter. He did not look like one, and she was pretty good at spotting hunters.

“Ok, you have my attention. You know me. Who the hell are you?”

“Special Agent Lenard Meskler, FBI,” he introduced himself, offering her his hand. Suspicious, she shook his hand. “You came up in my investigation of your husband, Gordon Wilder.”

“Why is the FBI investigating Gordon? He is an incredibly boring man.”

“I’m not interested in Gordon. I’m interested in Mackenzie Starr, the woman he is living with.”

“Are you now?”

“You and I have the same problem.”

“Mackenzie?” He nodded. She knew her reasons for hating Mackenzie, but she was curious about what this man’s beef was with the young woman. “What do you want with Mackenzie?”

“I need her dead.”

idea of Mackenzie suffering a particularly violent death was extremely appealing. Who better than a crooked cop

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come to work with Gordon once more, and as usual, she was bored. She was tired. Mackenzie stood up, which drew Gordon’s attention from the man he was working on. “I’m going to go for a

me an hour, and I’ll go with you,” he

to walk over to the grocery store and visit with

wandering off alone,”

The grocery store

when I finish up

she kissed his cheek and left the tattoo studio. She started the walk to the grocery store and stopped halfway when she saw a dark car pull up next to her, the tires screeching. It stopped right next to her and out hopped Agent Meskler and Melissa. Agent Meskler opened the trunk of the car, and Melissa punched Mackenzie in the face, and while she was dazed, dragged Mackenzie off the sidewalk and

no idea if he could hear her. Agent Meskler punched her, knocking

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his task wanting to finish quickly but not wanting to compromise the quality of his work. He knew Mackenzie got bored sitting here all day, but he had to work, and he did not want her home alone. She had stopped taking clients on when she found out she was pregnant. She had simply been too sick and irritable to deal

waited to hear it again, and he did only seconds later. Gordon dropped his tattoo machine and left his client in the chair. He ran out of the shop, looked both ways and saw Agent Meskler slamming the trunk on Mackenzie. His

was going on. He would never catch them as a man. His eye lit up, and Gordon let the change take him. In seconds he was on all fours and faster than he had. His torn close already miles behind him. As soon as the other saw Gordon chasing a car while transitioning, they followed suit. They did

pack at his heels. Catching up to the speeding car, Gordon came up alongside it and slammed his shoulder into the driver’s door, throwing his full weight against it. The impact sent the car swerving out of control and slamming into the side of the mountain, caving the front end of the vehicle. Gordon ripped the driver’s door right off and threw it out into the road behind him. Meskler was screaming and pulled his service revolver and shot Gordon point-blank in the chest six times.

bullets, Gordon clamped his jaws down hard on Meskler’s leg and dragged the screaming man from the car. Gordon shook his head violently, ripping Meskler’s left leg clear off, tearing it from the socket. Then he did the same with the left leg and both arms. Covered in blood, Gordon left Meskler in pieces all over

heavy lid clean off the car. He threw it aside and reached in for Mackenzie. She was crying as she sat up and allowed him to

soon as he was on his knees, Gordon’s vision became askew. His arms became weak and fell away, no longer holding her. He became dizzy and then collapsed on his side in the middle of the road. He could hear Mackenzie screaming for help, but her voice

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She recalled hearing gunfire, but she had thought Gordon had been missed. Mackenzie looked around at the empty road. She began to scream for help hoping the pack was

a pair of brown and grey wolves nudged at Gordon’s body until he was draped over the tanned ones back. The tanned wolf

room table. Mackenzie hopped off the white wolf that had carried her back and watched as the wolf was replaced by Aurora.

each man a pair of pants and Aurora the dress. They each thanked her as they put on the clothes. She assumed they dressed for her comfort, not theirs. Mackenzie

the kitchen. He then stood over Gordon and pushed the tip of the knife into one of the

the bullets out,

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