getting
in the way. However, Kylie’s explosion of pheromones had reached them before
the wolves could return with their verdict.
Hunter scowled as his mind drifted back
to what Maxim and he had been discussing right before they’d had to dash back
among the club patrons in order to diffuse the brawl Kylie had accidentally
incited. Sniffers—they couldn’t have breached the city at a worse time.
As Gaither had said, there was no doubt
that word of what Kylie had done in the club had already spread among the
shifter clans as well as the news that she was a Returner. It would only be a
matter of time before both tidbits reached the ears of the lions and they
realized both incidents concerned the same person.
Kylie was going to hate it, but there
was no way that his clan could let her out of their sight for even a minute now
that the Sniffers sent by the lion shifter clan currently trying to invade the
region had managed to infiltrate the city. There was no telling how long they
had been lurking within the city or what they had been doing, who if
anyone they had been meeting.
Even if the Elders didn’t quite believe
his suspicions about the lions’ involvement with all the recent disappearances
of various shifters in the last couple of years from not only Riverford but
also a few nearby towns, the fact remained that the lion clans were known to snatch or hunt the Returners of other clans.
The usual large crowd stood waiting
outside Southern Glacier’s entrance, and Hunter felt some of the tension from
his shoulders ebb at such a familiar sight. Apparently, Maxim had not been
forced to completely close the club for the night as he’d feared.
As soon as the young valet opened his
door, Hunter scented the air warily, but only the strong scent of the tiger
shifter before him and a weaker combination of the club patrons’ various scents
flooded his nose. Not even a trace of Kylie’s pheromones remained.
“Didn’t expect to see you back here so
soon,” the valet said with a smirk as he took the keys from Hunter.
Hunter sighed and flashed the young
tiger a half-hearted glare. “Don’t go spreading rumors, now. There’s been more
than enough trouble tonight without that trouble bleeding into tomorrow, too.”
The valet nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, the
boss already lectured us about wagging our tongues, so don’t worry. He hasn’t
opened the club back up yet, but it’s okay to go in now. Mr. Clarke should be
back in his office.”
“Thanks.”
The sharp smells of ozone and vinegar
assaulted him the moment he opened the door to enter the club, though neither
was enough to make his eyes or nose burn. He quickly made his way through the
empty VIP lounge to one of the employee exits leading to the offices in the
back.
The door to Maxim’s office abruptly
swung open before Hunter could even reach for the knob. He had probably spotted
him through the security cameras.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you back here
tonight,” Maxim said, beckoning him into the office.
Hunter grimaced. “You and everyone else,
apparently.” He sank into one of the thick, comfortable chairs in front of his
friend’s desk and rubbed his nose irritably. “I see you used the ozone
generator.”
Maxim perched on the edge of his desk.
“I had to. My boys had a hell of a time getting everyone separated and then
evacuated even after you dragged your little hellcat out of here. It was like a
hundred females had suddenly blasted the place with their mating pheromones. No
one could come in at all to start wiping down the place with vinegar without
wanting to either rip each other to shreds or run out front to hump the nearest
female in the waiting crowd. It was still pretty early, so the sibs and I
figured we could salvage tonight by pumping in the ozone for an hour and then
running the air through the filters for another. We were finally able to send
the staff in for the vinegar wipe down twenty minutes ago.”
“I would say send