Page 78 of Hunted By Wraith

“What were you doing in the trees?” I ask, more curious than annoyed.

Behind me, I feel Lilith step forward, close enough that I can feel the warmth of her. A silent show of backup. Or maybe possession.

“Setting up the fireworks,” he says proudly, as if that explains anything.

I arch a brow. “You told everyone there’d be fireworks, right?”

His expression goes blank. “Why would I do that?”

And that’s when I know—he might be part of a biker gang, but he has yet to see the kind of dark the rest of us live in.

Because the moment the first firework cracks through the air like a gunshot, half the wedding party—including Selene, her three husbands, Lily, and Max—drop for cover or whip out firearms.

The poor idiot yelps and ducks, arms flailing.

I can’t help it—I laugh. Hard.

Something sharp and reckless twists in my chest.

Part of me craves the danger of the woman behind me.

And the other?

Craves the golden retriever in the bushes who just tried to surprise us with fireworks and almost got shot for it.

Weddings might not be my thing.

But this chaos?

Yeah. I could get used to this.