Harry swallowed hard. “You, uh, just passing through?”
Harry’s five gang members backed away from the waitress, wary eyes glued to Bunny. He shrugged. “Nah, I’m living here now. My, um, fiancée is here.” The human waitress was looking at them strangely. No way could he use the word
“mate” here.
Harry’s eyes went wide. He managed to turn even paler. “F-fiancée? You’re engaged. Congratulations.” He feebly waved at the bikers behind him. They all took a polite seat at the counter, watching him with fear-filled eyes.
“Yeah, she’s a tattoo artist.” One of the six men moaned. Bunny thought it might have been Mikey. Despite his rough look, he’d always been a little more delicate than the others. You’d think a man with a flaming skull tattooed on the nape of his neck would be a little less wimpy. “Why, you thinking of getting one? She does good work.” He’d seen that when he caught a look at Mrs. H’s cross. She was a true artist, someone whose work he’d be proud to wear.
“Um, no.” Harry shook his head so hard it should have snapped off his neck.
“We’re, uh, just passing through.”
Lee, the smallest of the six men, gently tapped the waitress on the shoulder. “Can we please get that order to go ma’am?”
Bunny rolled his eyes. “C’mon guys. It was years ago.”
“He took on all of us. All of us,” Lee whispered. “He didn’t even get a scratch.”
Mikey whimpered. The wuss.
“You shouldn’t have picked on Heather. She was only ten.” And a Fox, which left her completely vulnerable to the seven teenage Bears who’d chosen to make her life miserable. He’d had no choice but to come to his cousin’s aid. The decision to nearly kill the worst offender was something he had to live with every day. “I did ask you to stop.” And he’d made each and every one of them apologize to Heather after he was done with them, even Barney.
It had taken two years for Heather’s nightmares to stop. All of them had starred her cousin rather than her attackers. She still eyed him warily whenever the family got together.
Gabe was staring at him like he’d suddenly sprouted wings. “And Tabby’s worried about you facing Gary?”
Bunny shrugged. He’d tried to tell her he could handle it, but she didn’t want to believe him. She was too used to Julian. Black Bears would run from a fight they knew they couldn’t win. Kermode, for all that they were some shade of cream or white in Bear form, were still a species of black bear.
Brown Bears, on the other hand, were a lot more aggressive. They’d stand until they dropped dead. And Bunny was still considered more aggressive than most.
“She’s used to Julian, but she’ll learn.” The men in front of him twitched. Bunny looked around, noting the curiosity of the rest of the diners. He smiled, hoping to reassure them. These people were all potential clients, after all. “So. It was nice seeing all of you again.”
Food was plunked down in front of Harry, six large boxes and six smaller ones.
The waitress pulled two bags out from under the counter. The relief in Harry’s expression would have been amusing if it hadn’t reminded Bunny of just how aggressive he could be. That look right there was one of the many reasons Bunny had learned how not to fight.
He didn’t like it when people were afraid of him. Of all the people in this room, only Harry and his friends were truly aware of what Bunny was capable of, and they were terrified. He sighed. He rammed into this every time he saw someone who knew him from his wild teen years. He decided to try one last time. Maybe he could still show them he wasn’t the same person he’d been when they knew him.
“Where are you all headed?”
“Um. West.” Harry picked up the bags and held out a credit card. “We’re going west. Possibly California.” The five other men nodded their agreement. “Maybe even Washington.”
Bunny nodded. There’d be no convincing them he was a changed Bear. “I see. I wish you well on your journey.”
Harry signed his receipt and stood. His fellow Bears fell in behind him. “We need to get going. Losing daylight and all that. Nice running into you, Bunsun.”
“You too, Harry.” He stepped aside, giving the men plenty of room to get out the door. “Have a good ride.” He waved, not surprised when none of them waved back.
“What the hell, Bunny. What was that all about?”
He turned back to the sheriff. “Long story. I’ll tell you on the way back.” He knew his cheerful expression wasn’t fooling the other man, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to put much effort into it. “Let’s get our order and get out of here.”
“Yeah. Let’s do that.” Gabe went to the counter and asked for their food. Bunny stayed by the door and listened to the sound of motorcycles riding off into the distance.
Ryan arrived shortly before Alex and Gabe got back and introduced himself to the Pride leaders. He was just settling in near Simon when Gabe and Alex walked in the front door carrying their burgers. Gabe had the strangest look on his face, and Alex looked like someone had run over his dog. Tabby, concerned, sat forward. “Alex? Gabe? What’s wrong?”
Gabe shot Tabby a wild look before handing the food over to Emma and Becky.
Alex shared a long look with Ryan. “Ran into Harry and his buddies over at Frank’s Diner.”
Ryan groaned. “Shit. What were they doing here?”
“Heading west. Far, far west.”
“You think…?” Ryan let the rest of the sentence trail off.
“Nah. They’re still terrified. They wouldn’t risk it.”
“True.”
Tabby looked back and forth between them. There was something there that she didn’t understand. “What are you two talking about?”
Alex had the weirdest look on his face. He looked almost apologetic. But why?
“Harry and his friends harassed one of our cousins years ago. Bunny taught them not to do that anymore.”
“Taught them how?”
“He nearly ripped their leader’s arms off.”
Tabby blinked. He did not just say what I thought he said. “He what?”
Alex turned on his heel and walked right back out the door.
“Alex?” She got up and ran after him, ignoring Ryan’s voice calling after her.
“Alex!”
He stopped. “I know you think you understand what’s going on.”
“In what universe?”
He turned. He looked harsh, drawn. “Fine. What do you think you know?”
“Other than the fact that you seem to be turning into an idiot? Not much.”
He took a deep breath, rotating his neck. “A long time ago, I had anger management issues.”
She waved her hand for him to keep going. The fact her mate seemed to have a temper hadn’t been lost on her.
“Some Bears went after my cousin, Heather, who’s a Fox like Chloe. She was only ten years old. They thought it would be fun to see if they could force her to shift.”
Tabby winced. That was bad, very bad. Most shifters couldn’t make the change until puberty started. “Why would they do that?”
“They were drunk, and…stupid.” He raised an eyebrow at her, his expression turning even harsher.
“Ew!” Tabby shuddered. “A ten-year-old?”
“They tried to force her into puberty. They thought it was a fucking joke. Of course the idiots didn’t realize that puberty isn’t something you can force.
Heather was terrified.”
“I bet. What happened?”
“I found them.” He sat on the front step and leaned against the porch rail. He looked lost. “I almost killed them. All seven of them.”