Will must be the one standing right in front of her, staring at her in a way she found wholly inappropriate and uncomfortable.

“Move, Will,” Darla suggested.

Will just smiled. She knew what they were planning. To drag her off into the surrounding woods, have what bikers liked to call “a little party” with her.

But Darla had been traveling around the States for a long time, and she had a lot of friends. Even friends she wasn’t really supposed to have.

“Darla Mae,” a voice called from the woods before about fifty of them walked out and slowly surrounded the full-humans.

Like the full-human bikers, the ones from the woods wore leather jackets, but they had no colors, no emblems sewn into the leather. They didn’t need them because they were not a biker club. They were a wolf Pack who just happened to like motorcycles. The Magnus Pack specifically, and the ones who’d arranged this concert and hired the bands, including, it was rumored, the surprise addition of Lynyrd Skynyrd, which was why Darla had pushed for her and Eggie to come. She knew he was a fan, as were most of the Smiths.

Although the Magnus Pack was much bigger than these fifty wolves, expanding into Europe and Asia, the Pack was run by one Alpha couple who lived in Northern California. The wolf walking toward Darla, though, was their only son, Bruce Morrighan, and he had his arm around a female Darla didn’t recognize. Must be one of his new girls.

He smiled down at her. He was a handsome wolf. Tall, powerful. And fair. He’d make a good Alpha Male one day. “Hi, Darla.”

“Hi, Bruce.”

“You all right?”

“I’m fine.”

He nodded at the She-wolf next to him. “This is Kylie Redwolf. My mate.”

Darla grinned. “Congratulations.” But when Darla focused on the She-wolf, her genuine smile faded, and she had to force a fake, safe one instead.

Darla’s sisters never believed her. They never believed that, like their Great Aunt Bernice, she could look at a person and just know what she was dealing with. Now, sometimes, like with Eggie, she had to look long and deep before she was sure. With others, like Bruce, she could see it after only a bit of time getting to know the person.

Yet with this She-wolf, with Kylie, Darla had to look into those eyes for only a split second before she knew. Before she knew something was very wrong. It had happened when she met the Alpha Male of the Víga-Feilan Pack three weeks before he turned on his own adult pups. It had happened when she’d met Charles Manson, and the Lord knew she’d been right about that. And it was happening now, with Bruce’s mate.

“Kylie. Nice to meet ya.”

“Nice to meet you.” The She-wolf looked like she belonged to one of the Indian shifter tribes Darla had met when she went to Texas to work at the Van Holtzrestaurant there one winter. Kylie was a beautiful woman, but cold. So very, very cold.

“So what’s going on here?”

“I was trying to leave,” Darla told Bruce, her focus on him rather than his mate. “They weren’t making it easy.”

Bruce looked back at the head of the biker club. He’d talk to him but Darla moved her gaze on Will. Will was her problem. Amazing how Eggie’s lack of conversation didn’t bother her, but Will’s definitely did.

Arms stretched out from his body in open challenge, the full-human leader said to Bruce, “You got something to say to me, rich boy?” He looked at Bruce’s mate. “You and your red-skinned whore.”

And that’s when Bruce’s mate swung, her fist ramming into the full-human and dropping him to the ground. He covered his face, blood pouring from between his fingers.

“You crazy bitch!”

Darla snorted a little. If he expected a lot of yelling and chest beating before a real fight, he shouldn’t have said anything to Bruce’s She-wolf. One look at her and Darla could tell there would never be a warning, there would never be words, there would never be anything but pain and blood and someone calling her a crazy bitch.

Watching her own back now that the two groups were going at each other, Darla looked for Will. She knew that with everyone distracted, it would be the perfect time for him to try something really stup . . .

Darla stepped away from the escalating battle and looked around. There was no Will. Nor any sign of the couple of his friends who’d been standing by him. They were gone. Darla sniffed the air.

“Oh, no!”

She charged away from the growing fight and into the woods. After about two minutes, she jumped up onto a boulder and snarled, “Egbert Ray!”

The wolf looked up from the bloody and battered man that he had kneeling on the ground before him. Eggie was holding onto Will’s hair with one hand, his hunting knife in the other pressed against the man’s throat.

The other two men who’d been with Will were being held by Eggie’s friends and had also been beaten within inches of their lives. After less than five minutes. Damn. She couldn’t help cussing about this. She just had to say it. Damn.

“Go on back, Darla,” Eggie growled at her. “Now.”

“Let them go.”

He looked up at her and she saw that his wolf eyes were slightly dilated, his fangs out.

“Go back, Darla.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not gonna let you do this.”

“Darla—”

“I’m not going to let you ruin our beautiful day by killing three men and burying them in the woods. I won’t allow it.”