Fury lit Zeke on fire. Kill, kill, kill. He wanted to rip the guy limb from limb, slowly. Nobody was going to touch his mate.
He stalked closer until the other shooter sat up.
“Look, man. It sucks that Simons died with a knife in his chest. He was my friend, too. But he knew the risks going in. Every time we work one of these jobs, it’s the risk we take. Now shut your f*****g mouth. You disgust me.”
After a pause, Vape Guy grabbed a small flashlight from a bag. “I gotta piss.”
Zeke retreated into the heavy darkness, keeping an eye on the pisser. The man was large for a human, but he was human—which meant he’d be easy to take down. Instead of speed now, he needed strength.
When the change hit him, he bit his tongue to keep quiet. But it wasn’t as bad this time. Maybe it got easier with
