The meth operation, according to Kitty, was a fairly new one. Apparently a couple of the people involved in this had left other nests she’d already destroyed, missing getting caught by her.
Which likely meant they might have been involved in the Yellowstone incident.
For that alone, Elain was more than happy to help the fuckers meet whatever passed for an almighty maker in their eyes.
Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it.
Kitty had scouted a better staging area, closer to the farm, requiring absolute silence from them as they walked. They followed her, single-file, down to the clearing where the shifters changed back into human form, got dressed, and readied their weapons.
Except for Oscar. He stood there, naked and leaning against a tree.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Elain whispered.
He’d been picking at one of his fingernails. “Nope.”
He grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Because I’m a lot more frightening as a tiger than I am as a human. They see me walk up with a gun, they think, ‘Ooh, Raj from tech support is here,’ and laugh their asses off before they try to shoot me. They see a huge Bengal tiger walk up, they tend to forget they have a gun in their hand because they’re too busy pissing themselves and running.”
Lina shouldered her pack, where his clothes were stashed. “Okay, if you say so.”