Crash was still caught up in the sweet scent that came off of Quinn when his heart started to race. It wasn't like the normal scents he got from others. Even the very sweet-tasting women didn't smell like he did.
Women were Crash's main interests. Like most of the men here, but have you ever seen a man give up the chance to have his dick sucked? Pretty sure that answer is a no. Crash was not one to discriminate against the male sex just kept that side of his sex life on the low. He already got enough backlash as it was.
Jenny winked at Crash as he joined the main party. The bonfire was even bigger tonight, bodies flowing to the music playing off the speakers. The moon was high, and she was showing her full face tonight.
"It's probably good you can't find him. He shouldn't be here." Crash stated to Brandon.
Quinn didn't belong here. He wasn't one of them.
Brandon shook his head, "What else was I supposed to do with him?" He arched a brow at Crash, "Plus, I got it covered." Brandon motioned to Quinn on the other side of the bond fire drinking a beer.
"Don't tell me you spiked his drink with something." Stated Crash, sighing.
"Like he would put two and two together and actually get four." Laughed Crash, leaning more to his left as he watched whatever Brandon put in Quinn's drink start to hit him. "You know most brothers don't dose their siblings."
"I'm not most brothers, and he's only half." Smirked Brandon as he headed toward Quinn. "And it's not like he's going to find out, right?"
Crash wasn't going to say anything. He didn't owe Quinn any favors, especially not after the shit he pulled. He also trusted Brandon enough to know what he was doing. It seemed that he had this all planned out. Spike his drink, and put him to bed early. Make sure he had a good night's sleep, and he won't notice the difference in the morning. Other than what he would assume to be a pretty good headache.
"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Asked Brandon as he approached his brother.
"Yeah. Yeah." Commented Quinn, shaking his head. "I'm just . . . " And right on cue, Quinn dropped. Brandon caught him before he hit the ground, tapping his face to make sure he was out before he motioned for another member to help drag him back to the tent.
Brandon was pleased with his plan. Quinn was quietly tucked away in his tent and would be out for hours. However, Brandon wasn't aware of his brother's past. So the dose he gave him was on the light side for someone who still had a tolerance. Quinn woke up a hell of a lot sooner than he was expected to. Hissing as he shot up from lying on top of his sleeping bag. Quinn was unable to recall how he came to be there. He blinked a few times before he leaned forward and unzipped the tent. It was quiet outside, almost too quiet.
His legs were a bit shaky as he stood up. He needed water, but in his foggy state he went in the wrong direction. Instead of heading towards the main event, he headed towards the woods. Quinn rubbed his temples as he groaned in pain, stumbling over his feet as he walked. Maybe he should have laid there for a little while before he tried getting up. Whatever was wrong with him still had a heavy pull on him.
Hissing as he already cut palm hit the ground trying to catch himself.
"Ouchh . . ." He groaned, sitting up, and brushing his hand on his jeans. "Stop breathing on me." He commented, feeling a hot breath on the back of his neck. Wait he had walked out here alone, quickly turning to find himself eye-to-eye with yet another wolf. From what he could tell this wasn't the same one from before. This one was smaller and lighter in color. It also wasn't alone. Two more crept in close to him, surrounding him.
"Ummm . . . " Panicked Quinn, at a loss of what to do.
It was the subtle sweet scent that pulled Crash in the direction of Quinn at the skirts of the woods. Crash growled heavily as he approached. A growl that told the other to leave or pay the price. Two looked at him then to whom they sought to be the leader of their little click before the three of them walked off.
"No. No. . . No. . . " Whispered Quinn as he started to scoot himself back, going as far as the woods would allow him before he hit a tree with his back. "I'm just in a dream. There's no way I come across the same massive wolf twice in one day. Just . . . " He started to ramble on to himself. He just drank one too many, and this was his price for that.
Quinn wasn't supposed to be here. Crash was annoyed that he trusted Brandon's plan to go off without a hitch. It was a dumb idea. One could look at the kid and tell he was barely clean. He had that look in his eyes. A look Crash knew all to well. Brandon would have been better off giving Quinn a double dose.
"Shhh. . . " Whispered Crash as he shifted back to his human form. Rolling his shoulders at the pain he felt when he did it. The full moon didn't take kindly to ones that shifted before her time was up.
"WAIT . . . you . . . you were. . . you're a . . ." Blabbed Quinn louder than before, forcing Crash to cover his mouth with his hand.
Crash shhh'd him again, this time physically. "You don't belong here." He hissed in anger, looking around. This was why Crash was afraid of outsiders who didn't belong at the rally.
Crash didn't feel anyone close by, so he took his move. He now just needed to get Quinn back to the mainland without anyone noticing he was missing from the pack run.
This was his main reason as to why he had it out for the kid since he showed up with Brandon. He wasn't part of them. He wasn't supposed to know about them. Man never took kindly to ones like them.
Pushed into the shadows a long time ago by them. They have to masquerade as a biker gang to keep them off their backs.
"Get up." Whispered Crash as he pulled Quinn up with him.
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