“What’s going on? Where’s Isabelle?” he shouted, slowing down.
Austin stood outside the trailer, his arms folded and his eyes alert. “We’ve got a human down,” he confirmed in a low voice, eyes scanning the crowd in the distance. “This is bad news, Jericho. A dead body in your trailer. If a Chitah doesn’t sniff us out first, a Vampire might have heard.”
“Not many Vamps are here,” Jericho said out of breath. “I’ve only seen a handful. They have to concentrate harder to block out the loud music, and do you mind telling me what the fuck they would have heard? Isabelle!”
Austin shoved him back and blocked the doorway. “Calm down. Her wolf is in there, and that’ll get ugly quick.”
Jericho paced in a nervous circle, forced to obey his Packmaster. “Don’t call me with a level-fucking-red and stand there telling me to be calm.”
“Be calm.”
The sound of Reno’s motorcycle rumbled and slowed down like a heartbeat as he pulled up. He cut off the engine, opened the kickstand, and swept his leg across the back to get off. “Move outta my way. I’m going in.” He reached inside his button-up shirt for the gun strapped to his chest.
“The hell you are,” Austin said, moving toward him.
“Let me at that bitch.”
Jericho swung at Reno and almost knocked him off his feet. Reno was a big guy, so that was saying something, but Jericho was taller and not intimidated by anyone.
“That’s Isabelle in there, not some bitch,” Jericho bit out, pointing his finger at the trailer. “I’ll take your ass down if you lay one finger on her.”
“Take your best shot, Jerko.”
“Pull it together,” Austin said impatiently in his alpha voice. “Here’s the situation: We have a dead human in Jericho’s trailer we can’t get to because Izzy’s wolf won’t let anyone inside. It’s pretty clear what went down, but not why. April shut herself in the bathroom and would have called you on your phone, Reno, if you had it with you,” he said with a scowl. “She can yell out information, but that just riles Izzy’s wolf up.”
“Where’s her wolf?” Jericho asked.
“Lying on top of the dead body.”
Shit. That sonofabitch must have pissed her off something fierce to make her wolf take claim of his body like that. “Her wolf knows me, Austin. She trusts me. I can get close to her and get her out.”
“I don’t want her out,” Austin said calmly. “Out means trouble. She’s covered in human blood, and we got Shifters out there looking for a reason to shift. There’s already talk about how unfairly we’re being treated, while the other Breeds get to practice their magic. If she runs into the crowd, that’ll be like the gun they fire off at the races. It’ll start a riot if everyone starts shifting. Lexi and Ivy went to find a crate. If you want me to lock your ass up in there, then I have no problem with that. But if she doesn’t shift back, we crate her home, and you’re going to be the one to put her in there.”
“We need to get April out,” Reno said, his voice caged with fury.
Austin tossed him his phone. “Call her up. She’s fine.”
Reno turned around with the phone pressed to his ear.
Jericho stepped forward, locking eyes with Austin. “Let me in.”
“You sure? She could go wild on you. Izzy has blood in her mouth, and you know how hard it is to come down from that. I went in and tried to force her to shift, but I have little control over the human inside. She bit me,” he said, holding up his left arm. Dried blood streaked down the back of his forearm from a set of puncture marks.
“Why don’t you stay out here and shift to heal up. I’ll go calm her down.”
Austin stepped aside. “Be my guest. I may have control over my alpha enough to shift here, but I’m taking the stitches on this one. Don’t shift, Jericho. I’m warning you. I want everyone to keep their animal in check. I have a big fucking mess to clean up here, and I’m only doing it because it took place in your trailer. Do you realize what kind of trouble she’s caused by killing a human? This involves all of us now, and I don’t need this kind of trouble surrounding my pack.”
Jericho glanced back at Reno, sitting in the grass with his knees pulled up, talking on the phone and clearly stressed out. He was holding his palm out and moving it in a motion that looked as if he were calming someone down.
That someone was April.
Jericho opened the door, and a low growl rumbled from the left. “Easy, girl. It’s just me,” Jericho said, stepping into the trailer.
Her lips peeled back and she bared sharp canines. She had beautiful white fur that made her ebony nose stand out. The same nose that was sniffing the air as he slowly took a seat on a bench to the right.