So he continued on his way to the bar where three bartenders were making drinks. Since Dev was one of a set of identical quads, Fury felt like he was seeing double as another werebear came over to him. The only reason he could pick out Dev from his other three identical brothers was from the tattoo on his arm. With the other three, well, he really didn’t give a rat’s ass about who it was.

The quad narrowed his eyes threateningly. “What you want, Wolf?”

Nonchalant, Fury sat down. “Tell Sasha I need to see him.”

“Why you need to see him?”

Fury gave him a droll stare. “Wolf business, and the last time I sniffed, which I’m trying real hard not to do ’cause the stench of you assholes is rough on my heightened sense of smell, you’re a bear. Grab his hide and send it over.”

“Do you have to piss off everyone you meet?” That soft voice went down his spine like a caress.

He turned to find Margarite Neely standing beside him. Tiny and human, Margery had one of the finest posteriors he’d ever seen on a woman. But therein was the problem. She was human, and he had a hard time relating to that breed, or any breed for that matter. Social skills were so not his forte. Like Margery had pointed out, he tended to piss off anyone dumb enough to come near him. Even when he didn’t mean to.

“It’s a congenital habit that serves me well most days.”

Laughing, she held a bottle of beer out toward him.

Fury shook his head, declining the offer. That stuff on his tastebuds … nasty. He frowned at her. “I’m surprised to see you down here.” She was the nurse for the Peltiers, and he normally only saw her when he was injured and in need of care. As a rule, she avoided the bar area and stayed in the hidden hospital that was attached to it.

She took a swig of beer. “Yeah, but there’s some bad mojo going down. I had to have a drink to steady my nerves.”

Since he’d never known her to drink, that intrigued him. “What kind of bad mojo?”

Sasha joined them and answered for her. “There’s a Litarian in Carson’s office.”

Fury scowled at Sasha, whose face was pale. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the wolf was shaken. “Yeah, so? There’s a lot of shit in his office most days.” Carson was the resident doctor and veterinarian that all the Were-Hunters in New Orleans went to when they were in need of medical services. The fact that he had a lion in his hospital shouldn’t even cause an eyebrow to raise.

Margery shook her head at him. “Not like this, Fury. He can’t turn human or use his magick.”

Now that was shocking. “What did you say?”