When she was done, Bobby Ray threw his hands up and that seemed to be the answer Teacup wanted. She came back over to Dee and Ric. “All fixed.” She grinned. “Now let’s get this going. We still have, like, a ton more innings!”
Perky as all hell, Blayne skipped off—were shifters supposed to skip?—and Dee shook her head, reaching for her bat. “Did I mention that the reason I hate baseball or any of its variations is because it never seems to end?”
“Be grateful,” Ric told her. “Lock says she wanted to play dodgeball. Which, as former runts, both Lock and I consider a form of government-approved torture.”
“Guess I shouldn’t mention then that I rocked at dodgeball, huh?”
Ric sniffed. “I wouldn’t.”
Ric got another fresh bag of ice and stood outside the metal fence, looking in. He held the ice to his head, the swelling already going down, and watched the two teams argue about something new. This time, however, Blayne didn’t involve herself in the fight, but came out to stand by Ric.
She tucked her arm around his and asked, “How’s your head?”
“Much better. That lion throws like a girl.”
Blayne giggled and rested her head against Ric’s shoulder. “I’m so happy for you, my friend.”
“It’s not a done deal yet, Blayne.”
“No, but I think you’re close.” She leaned in and whispered, “When you’re not looking, she gazes at you lovingly.”
“You sure she’s not trying to think of the best way to bury my body when she’s done with me?”
“No way. She’s given me that particular look a ton of times, and the one she’s giving you is totally different.”
Laughing, Ric put his arm around Blayne’s shoulders and kissed her forehead. “You’re the best, Blayne. Did you know that?”
“I am aware. I’m just waiting for the universe and Dee-Ann Smith to catch up to this knowledge.”
“Speaking of which, how did you get Smitty to back off anyway?”
“Easy. I reminded him that I would often be babysitting his beautiful daughter and I could either teach her to be a rational, logical wolfdog—or I could teach her to be like me. His choice.”
“Ruthless.”
“When I have to be.”
Ric stopped talking, his head turning, ears perking up. He watched little Abby charging out of the trees. She’d followed Hannah, who had no desire to play baseball for any team, out into the park. But now Abby was back and on her own.
“Damn,” he said before following the panicked dog, with Blayne right beside him.
They finally made it into a nearby clearing and stopped, Ric’s arm shooting out to halt Blayne. It was hyenas—and they had Hannah surrounded.
“You’re up, Dee-Ann,” Sissy called out. “Let’s go!”
Dee stepped forward, the wood bat in her hand. She didn’t like those aluminum ones. She hated the sound they made when they collided with the ball.
Dee walked up to the plate, wincing when she saw who the pitcher was for this inning. It was one of Jess’s best friends and one of the wild dog captains, Phil. For kind of a girly wild dog, he’d turned out to be a hell of a ballplayer.
His mate, and the one Mitch called “the Russian hottie,” Sabina, crouched behind Dee, catcher mask pulled down to cover her face. “Don’t worry, big She-wolf. I bet he send ball over plate nice and slow for you,” she taunted in that damn Russian accent, which only made what she said sound even meaner. “You are one of his favorite people. After stalking and tagging our poor Blayne like animal in wild.”
Ignoring the dog, Dee faced Phil and raised her bat. Signals were passed between the pitcher and catcher and after a few seconds, Phil nodded and readied his pitch. Dee dug her feet in, pulled the bat back a little more and—
“Strike one!”
Dee blinked, looked around, and saw that Sabina had the ball in her mitt.
“You never even saw it, did you, She-wolf with shoulders like man?” She threw the ball back to her mate. “He is so fast that one. But not in bed. There he takes time. Like good vodka take to develop.”
Damn wild dogs and their “ringers.”
Dee raised her bat again, dug her feet in, and—
“Strike two!”
“Mother fucker!” Dee yelled out. If she hadn’t felt the wind of the ball going by her, she’d have sworn the damn wild dog hadn’t pitched anything and that Sabina had just hidden extra balls on her somewhere.
“Awww,” Sabina said. “Poor, freakishly sized She-wolf. She not so good at softball. Perhaps she should try something more in line with the width of her shoulders. Like pro football or security for zoo.”
Fed up, Dee pivoted on her foot, facing Sabina, the tip of her bat pressing against the wild dog’s mask.
“What will you do, manly She-wolf?” Sabina asked, the grin behind her mask practically begging for a fight. “What will you do to Sabina to make her cut you into long ribbons? Like meat for sub sandwich.”
Dee was about to show the little bitch exactly what she’d do when Sabina gripped the end of the bat and slowly stood. Her head tilted, ears twitching. Her wild dog hearing was picking up something.
Sabina snapped her fingers and pointed at the wild dog pups running loose. As one controlled unit, the wild dogs grabbed their children and Dee knew.
“Hyenas,” Sabina said, pointing toward the trees. “In there.”
Dee quickly looked around. She’d seen Ric and Teacup wander off into the woods, but no one else had. She hadn’t thought much about it either until now.
Tossing off the baseball helmet but gripping the bat tighter, Dee charged toward the trees, tracking Ric’s scent deeper into the park.
She caught up to him quickly. He’d shifted to his wolf form, Blayne by his side. Her large wild dog ears were plastered back against her head while she bared her fangs and went after any hyena that got too close. Ric circled around, catching a retreating male by the leg and dragging him back.
At first, Dee thought the hyenas were going after Blayne. It wouldn’t be the first time bored hyenas had gone after the wolfdog but this time . . . it wasn’t her. Or little Abby, who’d leaped onto the back of one large female, digging her claws into the hyena’s backside.
No, it was Hannah they were after—and she wasn’t moving. She sat with her back against a tree, her arms wrapped around her raised knees. She was still in her human form, her gaze locked on a distance far away. She wasn’t reacting at all to what was going on around her. There was no crying, no whimpering, no trying to get away. If Dee didn’t see everything that was going on, based on Hannah’s reaction, she’d think it was a quiet day in the park.
Cranky now, Dee stepped into the fray, swinging the bat she held, enjoying how it felt when she made contact with hyena bone and flesh. She sent the cackling bastards flying, knocking them out of the way until she reached Hannah’s side.
Catching the kid’s arm, Dee hauled Hannah to her feet. One of the hyenas shifted to human. A female, brown eyes raging. “Is she with you?” the hyena demanded, blood pouring from a gash on her head, her lip swelling.
Dee didn’t answer. Instead, she kept her grip tight on Hannah’s arm, trying to find the best way to pull her out of the battle.
“Keep that freak away from us. We’ve got cubs with us.”
The fact that the hyenas were doing exactly what Dee’s Pack would have done had one of the hyenas gotten too close didn’t change the fact that the wording still pissed her off. She pulled the bat back and the female shifted to her hyena form, turning to get away. But before Dee could follow through with her swing, Hannah caught the bat and easily held it, stopping Dee from doing anything with it.
“Let her go.”
“Were you just going to sit there?” Dee demanded. “Just going to let them beat the shit out of you?”
Without a reply, Hannah walked off, going deeper into the park. Dee threw down her bat and followed.
“You’re just leaving your friends? They’re fighting for you.”
“I didn’t ask them to.”
Knowing that no other species would be happy to have Hannah around or near their territory, Dee caught the girl’s arm and pulled her up short. “Stop.”
Hannah stopped. It appeared she wouldn’t fight Dee either.
“Is this it for you?” Dee asked her. “Is this how you plan to go through life?”
“I plan to mind my own business.”
“That’s great, but you can mind your own business on Van Holtz’s territory.”
Finally fed up, Hannah yanked her arm away from Dee. “I’m not a kid. I can leave when I want.”
“You go wandering around here, some other Pack, Pride, or Clan is going to rip you apart. Van Holtz won’t stand for that, so he’ll run in to rescue you—again. But I won’t let him get hurt because you’re too full of self-pity to protect yourself. Now move your ass back to the house, ’cause you are gettin’ on my last Confederate nerve.”