Unwrapped: An Urban Fantasy Adventure (Werewolves vs. Mummies Book 3) Read Online Free

for confirmation that I wasn’t insane, but the pharaoh was staring at the two of them wide-eyed with fright. Maybe I should back down now?
    Instead of replying to his comrade, the ape turned his red eyes on me. “Guess it’s my turn,” he said, gesturing at me with his coin. “You going to change or you want to fight handicapped. I mean, it doesn’t matter since I’m going to win either way, but you know, I don’t want you to say I cheated. I really hate that.” He shifted his feet. “People always claim I cheat.”
    “Why would they claim you cheat?” I asked, trying to smile despite the fear swelling in my gut. “Are you a cheater?”
    “No, but you’ll see why soon enough.” The ape let out a sad little sigh. “When this is over, hopefully you are honorable enough to realize I beat you fairly. I don’t exactly have high hopes.”
    “Um, Thes,” Khufu said, reaching out toward me, but I stepped out of his way and called upon my wolf.
    Wepwawet glared at me hard enough to make my inner self wince before rushing forward. My body transformed into its wolfman state as the ape appraised me.
    “You’re short,” he said before reaching out and offering me his hand. “Shake?”
    “I’m over eight feet tall,” I replied, taking his hand, and as I did so, he squeezed and broke every bone my hand.
    “Like I said, short.” He released me. “And you have a weak grip.”
    I didn’t scream because I was a badass who was too shocked to believe that’d just happened. Had he really just broken my hand during a handshake? Seriously? I stared down at my paw as the bones writhed back into place and ignored the agony that brought, instead focusing on the warrior in front of me.
    “You didn’t cry out,” he said, watching my hand studiously. “Are you used to taking damage because you can heal?” He raised one dark eyebrow, but before I could reply, he continued speaking. “I can see why that makes you over confident. You think you’ll just heal until you win. You won’t, but I see how someone like you,” he gestured at me with his free hand, “wins a lot of battles through endurance. That won’t work with me.”
    “Oh?” I asked as my hand snapped back into perfect form, and I dropped back into a fighting stance, my feet sliding out on the sand. I didn’t really have much formal training, what with being a werewolf and all, but I knew how to stand like a badass from watching Bruce Lee movies.
    “I am called Menes.” He dropped his spear. It hit the sand with a thud that made me think it must have weighed several hundred pounds, but that was impossible, right? He’d been carrying it with ease. “You may not have heard of me, but if you somehow survive the next oh, three seconds or so, you will remember me forever.”
    “Menes, eh?” I asked, trying to ignore how he only expected me to last three seconds.
    “It means he who endures,” Menes said, kicking off his sandals and sloughing off his armor, leaving him standing before me bare-chested. His tanned muscles glinted in the sunlight, and I’m not sure how to appropriately describe it. I mean, watching an Iron Man muscle competition when I was little and being amazed at the physical strength of the men. This was like that, all that raw power, but somehow compressed into a sleek frame of a super cut MMA fighter after he had shed every ounce of fat in order to make weight. “No matter what you do to me, I will endure.”
    I swallowed as the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. This guy had dropped his weapons and armor and unlike me, didn’t have claws. He had normal human hands and feet. He could bite me, I supposed, but he didn’t strike me as the type, though I couldn’t have told you why. Still, he seemed menacing. Like he could hit me and I’d just die. Hell, I could kick him in the toe, and the force of it would reverberate through my foot, up through my leg and rupture my heart. Maybe I should rethink this.
    Menes raised