Page 4 of Vampire Pack

All of them were still tall for supernatural men. The average was around six feet.

"You said last time was the last time that would happen." I gestured violently in the direction of the ice. "What the hell was that?"

"That was the other team attacking you for no fucking reason." King's voice was measured, but he gestured the same way I had. "I said I would try. I tried. You hit the ice harder tonight than you did all of last season. I'm not going to sit back and let it happen."

"They only go after me because it makes you lose your mind."

"I wouldn't lose my mind if they weren't hurting you."

"It's hockey. Everyone hurts each other!" I threw my hands out. "One of us has to transfer teams. I can't keep doing this."

"You tried that last year, Yorkie. The managers refuse to move you, and I have a no-transfer clause."

I forced myself to take a deep breath in.

Then out.

The nickname was a team thing. My last name was York. Someone had changed it to Yorkie. No one on the team really called me by my first name, Carmen. I didn't bother fighting it.

That wasn't why I was angry.

The fight, and the way King had screened me afterward, were the cause of the anger.

"She's going to shift," Jude whispered.

Hollis elbowed him in the gut, hard enough that he grunted. Loudly.

"No, I'm not," I ground out.

Honestly, I might.

King had made me lose control of my shifting on more than one occasion over the five years we'd been on a team together.

"Leave," he commanded, not looking away from me.

We all knew he wasn't talking to me.

"Good luck," Hollis muttered on his way out. I wasn't sure which of us he was talking to, but it didn't really matter.

"Let me see your shoulder," King said, a bit of a growl to his voice. His hands were on the hem of my compression shirt before he finished speaking, and he was pulling it over my head.

If we hadn't been fucking for five years, maybe it would’ve been presumptuous.

But we had.

So, it wasn't.

He tugged the thin, crimson fabric over my head like he'd done it a thousand times.

Probably because he had.

I caught the fabric before he could toss it aside, ignoring the throb in my shoulder. "I'm fine, King." I had to grit the words out. Not because of the pain, but because of the anger I was wrestling with.

It did hurt, though.

Badly.

He ignored me, his silver eyes nearly going gray as he took in the bruises on my skin.