TRIPLE DOG DARE

Triple Trouble - 4

Tymber Dalton

To Hubby and Mr. B, who both have an infinite well of patience to put up with me. (It’s not easy having a writer for a pet.)

AUTHOR’S NOTE

This book picks up in the Triple Trouble series where book three, Three Dog Night, ends. If you want to read the entire Triple Trouble series in order, including the prequels involving the Alexandr dragon shifters, this is the proper sequence:

Boiling Point (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3 anthology)

Steam

Fire and Ice (A Triple Trouble Prequel)

Trouble Comes in Threes (Triple Trouble 1)

Storm Warning (Triple Trouble 2)

Three Dog Night (Triple Trouble 3)

All of those titles are available from Siren-BookStrand. If you haven’t read Fire and Ice yet, I highly recommend you do. Otherwise, some of the events in this book might not make sense. Fire and Ice covers the events and time gap between Steam and Trouble Comes in Threes.

Thank you all for reading, and a huge thank-you to all of you for your patience for the time it took me to get this book finished. (I promise the next book in the series won’t take as long.) I never expected the dragons’ and wolves’ stories to merge the way they did, but sometimes those pesky characters just have minds of their own. When they decide to take a story in a certain direction, all an author can do is follow them.

Prologue

Then…

Maureen touched one trembling hand to her swelling belly. In her other, she tightly held the phone receiver.

“Are ye still there?” Liam asked.

She nodded before realizing what she’d done. In a barely audible whisper she said, “Yes.”

“Love, I’m so sorry.” Liam sounded choked up, near tears.

She prayed he wouldn’t cry. Because if he did, she would, too. And she didn’t know if she’d be able to stop.

“When I can join you?” she asked, already knowing the answer in her heart.

“Ye can’t right now, love. They’ll find ye. We can’t let them have her. Not them. I don’t give a bloody damn about ancient blood oaths. Those filthy bastards aren’t getting their hands on our daughter. Besides, ye never swore to the oath. As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t exist.”

“Can I see you before you leave?”

Another long pause that nearly ripped her heart out. “We can’t. We can’t risk those bastards finding ye. I never should have told my brothers about ye. Goddess, I’m so fecking stupid! This is all my fault. And now Ellie and Charles…” She heard him make a noise on the other end that sounded like a choked sob. “This is all my fault,” he said again.

“No! Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” She closed her eyes and pictured his face, his dark hair, his green eyes. His scent still lingered on the shirt she wore, his button-up shirt.

Her mate. The love of her life. “I love you, Liam.”

“I love ye, too, baby. I’m so sorry I have to leave ye.”

“I know.”

“I can’t believe they murdered Ellie and Charles. I never dreamed…” He choked up again, and she gave up trying to mask the sound of her own crying. “They must have been watching them and saw us meet yesterday. They might be watching the Lyall ranch now, looking for ye there. I’m afraid to even call and talk to them. I don’t know what resources the Abernathys have.”

“How long do you have to stay gone?”

“I don’t know. Whatever ye do, stay with Carla. They don’t know about her, they don’t know where she lives or anything. They don’t even know yer name. As soon as I think it’s safe, I’ll track Carla down and find ye through her.”

Maureen glanced across the room to where her best friend sat in a rocking chair, watching and listening. Carla looked like she was still in shock over their recent revelations, probably wanting to believe it had all been a bad dream or a funky hallucination.

The baby chose that moment to kick. Maureen choked back yet another sob. “Talk to the baby, Liam,” she softly said. “Let her hear your voice.” Whenever the baby grew active in her womb, all their little girl had to do was hear Liam’s voice and she settled right down. A daddy’s girl even before birth.

“All right, love.”

Maureen pressed the receiver to her belly and held it with both hands. She could faintly hear his words, assuring their daughter she’d stay safe, promising to one day come back to them both.

Elain. They’d already agreed on her name.

After a moment, she put the receiver to her ear again.

“Mate, hear me well,” he said. Alpha tone. It didn’t matter that she’d claimed him first. He owned her, heart and soul.

She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“Stay safe. Keep our daughter safe. I will come back, I swear it. And ye will both be in my thoughts every day while I’m away from ye. Never forget how much I love ye.”

“I love you, too, my husband.”

He whispered the last. “Ye are my heart and soul.”

“And you are mine.”

When he hung up, she nearly dropped the receiver as the dial tone sounded. It felt like part of her soul had died. It’d been over a day since she’d seen him, when he’d left to go meet with the elder Lyalls and arrange for a safe hiding place for them.

With the Lyalls now dead, she suspected she would never see Liam again.

When she felt hands on hers, she realized Carla had crossed the room and took the receiver from her to hang up the phone.

“Are you okay?” Carla asked in a shaky, quivering voice.

Maureen shook her head and burst into tears. She would never be okay again. Not as long as she was separated from her mate.

* * *

Now…

Marston didn’t like meeting with this man. Especially since Marston had suffered from a really bad run of luck the past few decades. He nervously waited in the outer office, where one of the man’s flunkies had parked him a few minutes earlier. When the inner office door opened, yet another flunky silently waved him in.

Feeling more like a naughty schoolboy than a man over three hundred years old, he walked in, trying not to flinch when the flunky stepped out and closed the door behind him, leaving him alone with the other man.

Rodolfo Abernathy sat in his wheelchair behind his desk. He liked to portray to the world the image of a kindly, wizened, world-weary man. A weak man.

A man beyond his prime, harmless.

The truth was, despite his wrinkles, Rodolfo Abernathy was still one cunning, dangerous wolf. And he didn’t fool Marston in the least.

“Marston,” he said. “What news have you for me?”

“I believe I’ve located Liam Pardie’s daughter.”

“You believe, or you know?”

Marston swallowed hard. “I cannot confirm anything yet, but—”

Rodolfo slammed his fist on the desk and slowly stood. “I am tired of your failures. Explain again to me why I shouldn’t take the blood oath out of your hide and be done with you once and for all? I have waited far too many years already for my satisfaction.”

“Her last name is the same. She just hooked up with the Lyall triplets. I don’t know for sure if she’s Liam’s daughter, but everything points to it.”

Rodolfo’s wrinkled visage eventually split into a horrific smile. “Excellent,” he said as he dropped back down into his wheelchair. “How long before you obtain her? The last thing I want to do is go through their Clan Council.”

“I’m working on it. You did hear me say triplets, right? It’s going to take time.”

“Work faster. Your sloppy methods are raising suspicions. I don’t have a problem with murder as a means to an end, but you aren’t getting the end we desire. Fix this, before I grow weary of the wait and eliminate you.” He made a dismissive gesture at Marston. “Get out of my sight.”

As Marston stood and turned to leave, Rodolfo had one more comment for him. “Oh, by the way. I heard you were responsible for some murders in Brussels two years ago.”

Marston froze momentarily before he turned. He hadn’t thought that would get back to the wily wolf. “I don’t know anything about that.”

Rodolfo’s gaze narrowed. “You don’t know what wolf could possibly be working in conjunction with the cockatrice for some unknown reason? What wolf was responsible for killing Bertholde, the dragons’ Seer, in Yellowstone? What wolf brought the dragons’ new Seer’s attention down upon my Clan? The wolf who killed two accomplices to that act in Brussels, including their family members?”

Marston shook his head as he eased backward toward the door. “From what I understand, the rumors said it was a cockatrice. That the victims were killed just like they do it.”

“Bullshit. Someone stinking of cockatrice surely can pick up a trick or two from them.” Rodolfo growled, low and rumbling in his throat. “Perhaps you are too young to remember it,” Rodolfo continued, “but I certainly remember how a wolf should take a life, the sensation, the taste of warm blood rolling down my throat from a kill. Of sinking my teeth into an adversary’s throat, crushing their windpipe and holding tight until their heart quit pumping their life force into my mouth. Rich, warm blood.” He growled again. “Just because I am old doesn’t mean I can’t and won’t shift and settle an old score. Do I make myself clear?”

Marston nodded.

“Get out of here, you lying fleabag,” Rodolfo ordered.

Marston bolted through the door before Rodolfo could change his mind.

* * *

Rodolfo called his flunky back into his office. “Keep an eye on Marston,” he ordered him. “I want constant reports on his whereabouts and activities. I want to know everything he knows about the Pardie bitch. Once we do, we’ll get rid of him. We don’t need him bringing more attention to us. We have enough trouble without the dragons’ new Seer putting us in her sights. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Rodolfo waved his assistant out. Alone again, he leaned back in his wheelchair and templed his fingers in front of him. Truth be told, he didn’t really need the wheelchair. He looked a lot frailer than he actually was, but he found it a helpful prop to lull people into a false sense of security around him.

What to do? His own sons and grandsons had proved utterly disappointing. Even his great-grandson, Paul, the only decent one of his generation, was a poor excuse for a wolf. Definitely not someone he’d want taking over his position.

Especially if recent rumors about Paul’s extracurricular activities were true.

Unfortunately, Rodolfo’s line risked dying out unless he got new, fresh Alpha blood flowing through it. The Pardie woman was his last hope, as far as he could tell.

Screw “true love.” He needed and would have his heir.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Paul. The boy, only twenty-three, answered on the second ring. “Yes, Grandfather?”

“Paul. What is this trouble I hear you’ve gotten yourself into?”

The boy hesitated before answering. “I’m not sure what you’re talking—”

“Do not lie to me, boy!” he roared. “I know about the girl.”

A moment of silence. Then, in a meek voice that nearly infuriated Rodolfo, Paul said, “She’s just a tramp.”

“Is it true? You knocked her up?”

“She says I did, but I don’t know that it was—”

“Take care of it,” he growled into the phone. “Prove to me why I shouldn’t kill you the way I killed your father and grandfather.” Paul’s father had been a sniveling omega not worthy of the family name. Paul’s grandfather, his own son, was a treacherous beta who’d wanted to kill him and take over. He needed to shore up Paul’s beta spine and fast, or all his options for a remotely worthy heir to his empire would quickly run out.

“Take care of it how?” Paul asked. Rodolfo despised the boy’s whiny tone.

“Any way necessary. If you don’t take care of her, I will take care of you.” He ended the call and hung up. Oh, how he longed for the old days, when they could settle scores like men, without artifice and pleasantries. These young pups now didn’t give a damn about family honor or reputation. They didn’t care about clean bloodlines.

They didn’t care about protocols. Their bloodline was tainted enough by betas and non-shifting humans as it was.

They damn sure didn’t need coyote blood muddying things up.

Chapter One

Now…

Lina Zaria-Alexandr still hated flying, even though in the past couple of years she’d grown a little more used to it. They had to fly over to France from Florida at least twice a year to meet with the dragon flagyer’s mucky-mucks. And truth be told, she’d grown very close to and fond of Andel Wattersson, the head of their flagyer, even though he was her uncle by mating and not by blood.

Zack, her best friend and Watcher, had the seat to her right and held her hand. Rather, he let Lina crush his left hand. To her left sat one of her dragon shifter mates, Jan. Behind them sat Rick, her other dragon mate, with Kael, Zack’s dragon mate.

“You okay, chica?” Zack asked.

“I miss Paris,” she grumpily muttered. “I miss it so fucking much I wish they’d just turn the damn plane around right now.”

“You hate Paris,” he reminded her. “And the plane hasn’t even pulled back from the gate yet.”

She opened her eyes and leaned forward to peer past Zack out the window. “Oh.” She sat back and closed her eyes again.

The seat belt felt uncomfortably snug across her ballooning belly. One, or both, of her twins, boys, decided to kick at that moment, landing a bull’s-eye on her bladder. “I hate flying,” she grumbled. “If I’m the goddess and the Seer, why can’t we just tell all of them to come over to Florida instead of us coming here?”

Their friend and wolf shifter, Daniel Blackestone, spoke to her from the seat directly behind her. “Remember, Lina. You’re the Goddess. The flight will arrive home safely.”

She grumbled again, but tried to settle back and relax. She knew he was right, but it still didn’t decrease her hatred of flying. Daniel always made the trip with them to Europe. He was once again one of the keepers of the Tablet of Trammel. After Lina hid it, she told him where it was. He also helped communicate to his wolf Clan’s Council the latest developments in the war against the cockatrice. Not to mention they were very close friends.

Brodey Lyall, also a wolf shifter who frequently made the trip with them, was at his home in Florida. They’d left him out of the loop this time.

Lina closed her eyes and tried to focus on that. She knew Brodey and his brothers had finally found their One, the woman meant to complete the triplet Alpha shifters. That’s why Lina hadn’t asked him to join them on this trip.

At least one good thing had come from my freaky-deaky visions.

Well, and hopefully a second good thing, depending on how the results of her and Zack’s visit to Bolivia a couple of months earlier shook out.

The plane lurched a little as the sound of the engines ramped up. It slowly pulled back from the gate. Zack made a pained squeaking noise as Lina squeezed his hand harder.

“Lovely,” Jan whispered in her ear, “it’s all right. You’ve made this flight dozens of times before.”

“And I’ve hated it every time, too.” At least she no longer feared accidentally blowing up the plane in mid-flight. She’d managed to develop a reasonable amount of control over her incendiary powers.

Now if I could just locate Fat Boy and fry his ass.

The mysterious man, whom she knew took part in the murder of Kael’s family, along with others, hadn’t crossed their paths again since their first trip to Paris and Brussels a couple of years earlier. Unfortunately, the cockatrice nest they suspected he worked with had gone completely underground, escaping them ever since the last showdown. Which was another reason she knew they had to travel to Europe in person. It improved their chances of locating the cockatrice nest and permanently putting them out of commission.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

Big mistake.

Even though she was a goddess, she was also their flagyer’s Seer. She had no control over the visions that came to her. Despite her eyes being closed, a vision flashed into view. Since it wasn’t blue in color, she knew it was something that had already happened. The past looked normal, while future events appeared as if through a blue filter.

She saw Fat Boy standing outside a storefront. He was staring across a street. In her mind’s eye, she turned and found herself looking at a farm supply store’s parking lot. A man she recognized as Cail Lyall stood there with a woman Lina had never seen before, but Lina instinctively knew she was Cail’s mate. They stood beside a stock trailer and reached inside to pet a horse.

The vision faded.

Lina opened her eyes and blew out a deep breath. “Change of plans, guys. We need to head to Arcadia as soon as we get home. Do not pass go, do not stop by home and do laundry. Arcadia, here we come.” She tipped her head back. “You don’t have to come with, Blackie,” she said to Daniel over the seat back. “We’ll be seeing you soon enough in Maine.”

“Another vision?” Zack asked.

“Yeppers.”

“What did you see?”

She smiled, but there wasn’t an ounce of humor in her mood. “Fat Boy’s back.”

“And there’s going to be trouble?” Jan added.

“Yep. Hey now, hey now, the psycho’s back.” She settled in her seat, her grip on Zack’s hand relaxing. She didn’t need to worry. She knew their plane would touch down in Florida safely. The only person that had anything to worry about was Fat Boy.

I can’t wait to fry him from the balls up.

* * *

Daniel Blackestone sat back in his seat as the plane took off. It’d been an interesting couple of years, that’s for sure. His mate, Callie, hadn’t made the trip with him this time. He’d taken Lina’s advice to leave her at home in case Lacey needed her help. With this newest revelation about Fat Boy, he understood why. They all knew from Lina’s visions that things with the cockatrice were going to get bad again soon, and they’d have to tighten their ranks, dragon and wolf alike.

Well, all the shifter races except the cockatrice, since the cockatrice were bound and determined to wipe out all the other shifter races. It was one of the reasons he’d decided to relocate back to the main Clan compound in Maine. Safety in numbers. Plus it put him close to the Tablet of Trammel. And now that he had a mate to think about, regardless of how strong she was, he didn’t want to do the lone-wolf gig anymore.

Despite their best efforts, they’d been unable to locate the cockatrice nest in Europe. Every trip they took to Europe, he went with Kael on scouting missions, following old leads and tracking down new ones.

Nada.

The main issue concerning him was Callie’s dreams as of late. She wasn’t a Seer, but she was the sister of Baba Yaga. While she’d made the transition well to settling in as his human-ish mate, wife, and slave in their BDSM dynamic, she couldn’t escape her heritage.

She was still an immortal by birth, regardless of the fact that she’d sworn to submit to him as his mate.

She also wasn’t aware of the nightmares she had nearly every night over the past month that awoke him. Dreams where she would yell, scream, rage at people, obviously involved in some sort of battle. In morning’s light, she always looked confused when he asked her about her night terrors.

He’d even had a brief, yet futile, conversation with her older sister, Baba Yaga.

Callie still had her powers even though she traded in true immortality when becoming his mate.

He tried to push worry out of his mind. The Cailleach had spent eons before he was born taking care of herself. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop him from wanting to protect her as his mate.

He’d decided to have a talk with Lacey, their Clan’s Seer, when he returned home. He didn’t want to bug Lina with this, because she was already stressed out enough with her pregnancy and regular Seer duties to her flagyer.

Maybe it’s nothing. Of course, he didn’t really believe that.

That would just be too damn easy.

* * *

Once they were safely in the air and the captain turned off the seat belt sign, Lina hauled herself up and out of her seat and waddled down the aisle. She made it to the front lavatory before any other passengers. Carefully wedging herself in, she managed to get turned around, lock the door, get her pants pulled down, and plop her butt onto the toilet seat before she wet herself.

With a relieved sigh, she emptied her bladder. It was a good thing, too, because movement out of the corner of her eye startled her. In the small mirror over the sink, a hazy woman’s visage looked directly at her.

Had she not been on the potty already, she would have wet herself.

Lina closed her eyes, counted to five, and opened them again.

The woman still stared at her from the mirror.

Totally creeped out, Lina got herself cleaned up and put back together. As she stood at the sink and washed her hands, the woman watched her.

“Who are you?” Lina finally asked.

“Please, help her,” the woman softly said before fading out of sight in the mirror.

“Crap,” Lina grumbled. “Just what I need. One more freaking mystery to deal with.”

Chapter Two

A few hours later…

A lot had happened to Elain Pardie in a very brief amount of time. She’d gone from local TV reporter who hadn’t had a date in too long to think about, to shape-shifter mate. And not just a mate to one man, but three. Aindreas, Brodey, and Cailean Lyall, triplet Alpha wolf shifters, had picked her to be their One.

She definitely wasn’t complaining about that, now that she’d grown somewhat used to it. They were hot, hunky, gorgeous, and all hers. Once she wrapped her brain around the fact that wolf shape-shifters were real, she’d managed not to lose her sanity.

Yet. Although there’s still plenty of time for me to go insane.

Despite everything that had happened over the past few weeks, including their slightly rocky start and easing into a new way of life with her men, nothing had prepared Elain for the shitstorm accompanying her mother’s early arrival to the Lyalls’ Arcadia, Florida, ranch less than a half hour earlier. Elain had worried how her mother would take the shocking bombshell that Elain had not one, but three men. And that they were wolf shape-shifters.

Those revelations paled in comparison like a cap gun pop next to the atomic-size blast Elain’s mom Carla had just dropped on them.

Silence settled over the room. Ain, Brodey, and Cail stared, shocked, at their soon-to-be mother-in-law’s revelation. The men had suspected over the past few weeks that Elain, although adopted, might actually have at least one shape-shifter parent. Unfortunately, they thought it was her father, a man linked to a nasty family called the Abernathys, a Clan who’d killed people in the past for mating one of “theirs” without prior permission.

Upon realizing that Ain not only had two brothers, but was one of triplets, Carla spilled the beans about Elain’s true parentage. Including what Elain’s birth mother Maureen had revealed about a blood oath before she died.

Carla’s tears freely flowed. “Elain’s mother. She told me, showed me, but I didn’t believe.” She met Ain’s gaze. “Elain’s mom and dad were shape-shifters. Alpha shape-shifters.” Carla shook her head as she stared at the three men, then back to her daughter. “I thought she’d lost her mind. I didn’t believe her. I thought they’d hypnotized me or drugged me or something when they showed me what they could do. Then Liam had to leave, and when Maureen got sick, she asked me to protect Elain and gave her to me. They told me what to look for, who to find if she started showing signs of shifting. But Elain never did any of that stuff, ever!”

Ain released Elain’s shoulders and walked closer to Carla as he struggled to keep his voice low and calm. “What are you talking about?”

Carla grabbed her purse from the coffee table. With shaking fingers, she rooted around inside and pulled out a battered, yellowed envelope. On the front, written in unfamiliar handwriting, was Elain’s name.

With a trembling hand, she held it out to her daughter. “Maureen left this for you. I was supposed to give it to you after you got married.”

Elain took it and stared at it.

Carla’s face was streaked with tears. “There’s some sort of blood oath. If Liam had a daughter, he had to give her up to fulfill the damn thing. He left to try to lead them away from Maureen and the baby. His Clan didn’t know he’d mated with Maureen.” She faced Ain. “Maureen gave Elain to me to keep her away from the Abernathy family.”

The men reacted with stunned silence.

Which was fair, because Carla was apparently still trying to come to grips with the fact that the hidden knowledge she’d carried for the twenty-seven years of her adopted daughter’s life was actually true and not some whacked-out, drug-induced hallucination.

Elain still stared at the old envelope in her hand. After a few minutes, all eyes settled on her, awaiting her next move.

“What does it say?” Elain finally asked her mom.

Carla shook her head. “Maureen didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask. She told me I was supposed to give it to you after you got married, unless you did the shifting stuff first. But I never believed all the shape-shifter stuff was true to begin with.”

Ain gently touched Elain’s shoulder. “Go ahead, babe,” he urged. “Open it.”

With trembling hands, Elain carefully slipped one finger under the flap and broke the seal.

She pulled out two sheets of paper covered with a neat script, the same handwriting as on the front. Tucked inside the papers lay an old photograph.

The woman in the picture could have been Elain in a few years. Her eyes were the same shade of blue as Elain’s. She’d only seen two pictures of her birth mother, Maureen Alexander, but in both of them, her face had been obscured in some way. In one, she’d worn oversized sunglasses. In another, a large, floppy hat had shaded her face.

Those were the only two pictures Elain had of her. Her mom said Maureen didn’t like being photographed.

The man with his arms wrapped around Maureen…

The room spun around Elain. She’d seen him before, but she couldn’t immediately place where. Instinctively, from the way he looked at Maureen, she knew this was Liam Pardie.

Her father.

Cail walked around the couch and knelt in front of her. “Babe, are you okay?”

She looked into his soft, brown eyes and shook her head. “I…I think I need a few minutes alone.” She slowly stood and drifted into their bedroom where she shut the door behind her.

Alone, she sat on their bed and tried to read.

* * *

Carla sat on the couch and nervously stared at the three Lyall men. After ten of the most uncomfortable, silent minutes of her life, she said, “So…”

Ain nodded. “So.”

She had no clue what to say to them. “All three of you can…” How do I finish that sentence?

Ain nodded again. “All three of us are wolf shifters, yes.”

Brodey stood. “I’m going in there.” He turned and pointed at Ain. “You want to stop me, we’ll take it outside and do it right here and now.” Carla fully believed Brodey could turn into a wolf from the way he practically growled at his brother.

Ain waved him down. “Relax. I think it’s a good idea that you’re the one to go talk to her.”

Brodey almost looked surprised at Ain’s agreement. Then he turned and rushed to the bedroom door. After softly tapping he entered and closed the door behind him.

That left Carla alone with the other two Lyall brothers.

“Well,” she said, for lack of anything better to say.

Cail wryly smiled. “Well?”

Ain cleared his throat. “This isn’t easy on any of us, Carla, believe me. I’m sorry there wasn’t a better way to break the news to you.”

“She’s going to hate me, isn’t she?” Carla whispered, convinced of it. How could her daughter ever forgive her for keeping this information from her for her whole life?

Even worse, she’d maligned poor Liam in the process.

No, I don’t want to think about him right now. She’d spent enough guilty years thinking about him. First, praying he’d come back because she’d suspected Maureen was dying of a broken heart. Then, part of her praying he’d come back, fall in love with her, and together they could raise Elain.

Then praying he didn’t come back and take Elain from her. And wishing she didn’t still have feelings for him.

“I’m sure,” Ain said, interrupting her train of thought, “Elain isn’t going to hate you.” He shared a look with his brother that Carla couldn’t interpret. “She won’t hate you any more than she’ll hate us.”

“Why would she hate you?”

“Because Cail and I have suspected she might be a shifter and we didn’t tell her. It’s understandable why you didn’t say anything to her.”

“I wish I could be that sure. You probably haven’t noticed yet, but my daughter has a pretty strong temper.”

Both men smiled. “We’ve noticed,” they said in unison.

* * *

Micah lay curled around his mate in the back bedroom of the Lyall house. He still couldn’t believe the events of the past few days.

And he still wasn’t gay.

Neither was the naked man peacefully sleeping next to him, Jim Dixon.

His mate.

As Brodey had brutally joked, he wondered what the hell he’d done to piss off the Goddess to end up with another straight man as his One. It didn’t matter in the end, he supposed. He’d claimed and marked Jim and they’d both agreed they would try to quit thinking about the circumstances and enjoy what they had. Regardless, Ain, Brodey, and Cail had generously extended their hospitality to them. Especially once they all learned a few shifter mates had been savagely murdered.

A message of warning from the Abernathys? Perhaps.

Micah wouldn’t take a chance with Jim’s life.

He reached out and lightly stroked the man’s chin, where the evening stubble growing there felt rough against his fingers. A visitor had arrived at the house not too long before. A woman, human woman, but Micah didn’t care. She wasn’t a threat, apparently. Elain had run out to greet her, and now most of them were talking in the living room.

He cuddled closer to Jim and cast out his mind. In this way, he was much stronger than his cousins. When he quieted his mind, he could take a look around for some distance away from the house.

A sort of mental patrolling of the grounds, so to speak.

He relaxed. No threats to be found.

Micah pressed a kiss to Jim’s forehead and allowed sleep to take him.

* * *

To say Elain was in emotional shock wasn’t just an understatement, it was a flat-Earth assertion. No words could describe how numb she felt as she tried to read the letter. Between her shaking hands and her tears, she found she couldn’t make out the writing. Not to mention she kept looking at the picture. She closed her eyes and cried, trying to stay quiet, but couldn’t.

Someone softly tapped on the bedroom door about ten minutes later. Instinctively, she knew it was Brodey.

“Come in.”

He slipped inside. “Oh, babe,” he softly said upon seeing her state. He closed the door behind him and curled around her on the bed, his green eyes looking sad and mournful. Gently, he took the papers from her and gathered her close. Once he knew she was comfortably nestled in his arms, he pressed his cheek against her temple.

With his lips near her ear, barely louder than the sound of breathing, he read Maureen’s letter to her. She listened with her eyes closed as the soothing sound of his voice and his familiar scent comforted her.

Chapter Three

My Dearest Elain,

Please believe me when I say how sorry I am not to be there for you right now, to witness the beautiful woman you’ve no doubt grown into. If your father, Liam, isn’t there, then I’m sure he is wishing he was. You were such a wanted and loved baby. I cannot begin to tell you how much so. Letting you go, even for a minute, was never in our plans. It was the last thing we wanted. And that’s why your father had to leave, to try to protect us.

I don’t know how much Carla has told you about your history. When we revealed the truth to her, she was in shock over it. She might have convinced herself it was a hallucination or hypnosis or something. Maybe she’s humoring me when I tell her information to pass on to you. Maybe you know nothing about who you are or where you came from. Truth is stranger than fiction. You come from a long line of wolf shape-shifters. Both your father and I are Alphas.

Maybe you’ve discovered you like to run. Or at times, when you’ve been angry, you felt like you could just tear something apart. Or perhaps you listened to the mournful howl of a wolf and felt a kindred spirit. Maybe the sight of a full moon fills you with a wonder you can’t begin to comprehend as the night lights up around you like the midday sun. It’s not just bad Hollywood movies. We really can turn into wolves. We have no guarantee that you can also shape-shift. Not all children can. But with both myself and your father being Alphas, meaning we are very strong shifters, it’s likely you will have the ability.

What does this mean? It means you may have found the love of your life already. You might have felt an irresistible urge to sink your teeth into his flesh and claim him. Or if you’re lucky enough to have met another shape-shifter, he might have already claimed you. If not, if you’ve gotten married already before you read this and you think you’re in love…don’t be surprised if some day you are swept out to sea by the strength of emotion you randomly feel for someone you meet. They are meant to be your One, although in my family’s Clan, the Code of the Ancients prohibits taking someone who already has a mate.

There is so much I wish to tell you and teach you, and so much I cannot because I’m not there with you to answer your questions. If you haven’t met with any other shape-shifters by now, you need to track down the Lyall brothers. They used to live in Arcadia, Florida. Their names are Aindreas, Brodey, and Cailean. Their parents used to help other shape-shifters. Your father met with their parents, Charles and Ellie, to arrange help for us. Unfortunately, we suspect someone killed them because of that, to keep us from getting to safety.

As far-fetched as this sounds, there’s this thing called a blood oath that someone in your father’s family swore to centuries ago. In exchange for letting a woman marry her love, her family wanted the groom’s family to turn over the first daughter born to an Alpha male in the line. Meaning you.

Needless to say, no way in hell were we about to turn you over to anyone. Especially those creepy jerks.

You need to be very careful. There are people out there who will try to get to you, to use you, or maybe even abduct you to satisfy the damn oath. We want nothing but happiness for you, with the person you choose, or who chooses you.

I want you to find the Lyall brothers. Talk to them. Tell them your mother is Maureen Alexander. I’m a cousin of their mother, Ellie. Tell them your father is Liam Pardie. Hopefully they won’t hold it against him that his Clan had the blood oath with the Abernathy Clan. The Abernathys are the ones who wanted you. Needless to say, stay away from those guys. If you cannot find them, then search in Maine for a man named Jocko Connelly. He knows my family. He is a shape-shifter, too. He can also help you. I have two brothers who are, as of right now, still alive. That’s not to say they’ll still be alive, or even living under the same names when you eventually get this letter. They are both Alpha shape-shifters, too. I don’t recommend finding them because of the Abernathys.

Under no circumstances should you attempt to locate or contact anyone in your father’s family, even if you find them. To do so could lead to you being kidnapped by them.

I wish I could have been there to help you through all of life, the normal hurdles and the shape-shifter ones as well. I love your father with all my heart. I know it’s soul sickness taking me now, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I love him so much, I can’t live without him. He’s as much a part of me as I am a part of him. I fell in love with him at first sight. It’s not just fairy-tale nonsense. He looked so handsome. He was working at a restaurant in Spokane as a waiter, and I knew the second I laid eyes on him that he was my One, and that he was a shape-shifter. I dragged him outside into the alley behind the restaurant. I don’t know who was more shocked, me or him. But right there I marked him and we went home to my place. We got married the next day. I’m giving my rings to Carla to pass on to you. They belonged to your father’s mother and were the rings he placed on my finger.

One day, hopefully, Liam will be able to find you, if he hasn’t already. Please don’t be angry with him. He did what we thought was best to protect you. I love Carla like a sister, and I know she loves you and will be a good mother to you. I couldn’t ask for a better person to raise you since I can’t be there for you myself, and I can’t risk finding someone in my family to give you to. They might feel beholden to the blood oath and give you to the Abernathys. Please tell her when you read this, or let her read it yourself if you want, that I cannot begin to tell her how much I appreciate what she’s done for us, and for you.

As I lie here writing this, you’re lying on the bed next to me, only six days old. You are a beautiful baby. I hope your blue eyes don’t change color. I can see your father in your face, although Carla says you look like me. I think she’s angry with your father, because she refuses to talk about him. He did what he had to. Although Carla doesn’t believe it, I am ninety-six years old as of two months ago, although most people think I’m in my late twenties. Your father was one hundred and sixty-four six months ago. He looked like he was in his thirties. I was born here in the States, in Maine, at our Clan compound. Your father was born in Ireland. I tell you all this because you will notice your aging start to slow down. Everyone will envy you, how youthful you look. But the truth of the matter is, as a shape-shifter, even if you don’t shift, you will have many of the characteristics, the physical strength, keen senses, and long life. Please avoid getting any bloodwork done. It could raise questions about you, draw notice from the wrong people that you need to avoid. You most likely rarely got sick as a child.

My brain feels fuzzy. There are so many things I need to tell you, normal mother-daughter stuff as well as shape-shifter stuff, and at the moment, I can’t think of anything else except how peaceful you look lying here next to me. When I tickle your hand with my finger, your tiny fingers grab me and hold on tight. I only wish I could hold as tightly to you throughout your life.

Please live your life with honor and integrity. Some might curse your father, and me, for what we did, but the blood oath has no place in today’s age. I know of no other person who would agree to such an outrageous plan in this modern day, although some would feel honor-bound to uphold it as a matter of principle.

Please don’t hate your father. He loves you every bit as much as I do. I know that, wherever he is, his heart aches for both of us.

Remember that sometimes the strongest family ties are the ones you choose to have, not the ones linking you by blood or name. Love fiercely, and laugh and play hard and frequently. Life is too short, even for those of us blessed with a long walk on this earth, not to play at least as much as you work.

Remember that I love you. I only hope you can forgive us the choices we made. We only wanted the best for you.

All my love and all my hugs,

Mommy

* * *

Elain lay in Brodey’s arms and stared at the picture.

“She was beautiful,” Brodey said.

Elain nodded. “Yes, she was.”

“Is this the only picture you have of them?”

Elain nodded again. “And the only good one of her. I have two others of her, but you can’t see her face clearly. Mom always said I had her eyes, but I was so young when she died, I have no memory of her.” She closed her eyes and cried again. Would that ever stop? She felt like she’d cried a river in the past couple of hours.

They heard a soft tap on the door. It opened, and Ain and Cail stepped in. Brodey waved them over to the bed. Cail closed the door behind them and they joined them on the bed. Brodey handed the letter to Ain. He held it so both he and Cail could read it.

When they finished, they looked at the picture.

“You look so much like her,” Ain said.

“Yeah,” Cail agreed. “Spitting image.”

“That’s what the guy at the steakhouse said,” Elain admitted before she realized what she’d done.

She mentally winced. Oh, fuck. Here we go.

As one, the men asked, “What guy?”

Feeling a little guilty, she told them about her experience at dinner at the steakhouse. Then she grabbed the picture back from Cail and sat up. “Oh, fuck!”

“Babe,” Ain warned. “Language.”

She held up the picture, waving it at him. “This is him! This is the guy!” Her heart raced. “I’d swear that it’s the same man!”

He frowned and took the picture from her again so he could study it more closely. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yeah!”

Brodey frowned. “So, he’s been in town recently. I think we need to get with Mark and find this guy.”

Ain nodded. “First, let’s get back out there with Carla, get some alcohol in us, and hear her side of the story.”

Elain stared at the picture again but nodded. “I like that idea,” she softly said. “The alcohol, I mean. I think I really need it tonight.”

* * *

With everyone fortified by a stiff drink of their choice and comfortably settled in the living room, Ain spoke. “Carla, can you please tell us what happened? From the start?”

Elain remained silent. She didn’t even know where to begin digesting all this new information.

Her mom sipped her rum and Coke, which Cail said he’d mixed very heavy on the rum. “I suppose the best place to start is when Maureen and Liam showed up unexpectedly at my apartment in Tampa late one afternoon. I didn’t understand what they were saying at first. They weren’t making sense, but I could tell they were both very upset.”

She took another sip of her drink. “Upset’s not exactly the right word. Scared. Worried. He kept saying crazy stuff about how they had to protect the baby. That someone would be after them for their baby. Then he said he had to go talk to Charles and Ellie Lyall.”

All three Lyall men perked up at that statement. “Are you sure?” Ain asked. “He mentioned our parents by name?”

Carla blinked, wide-eyed. “Your parents?”

Ain nodded. “They were our parents. But you’re sure he said their names?”

“Yes. He’d set up a meeting with them for early that evening and left to go talk with them. We never saw him again after that. He was going to stay at a hotel that night, because he was afraid to come back to the apartment any more than necessary. The original plan was that either he or the Lyalls would call to tell us where to meet them the next day. That they were going to arrange a safe place for Maureen and the baby, and he’d join them shortly thereafter once he knew they were safe.

“He found out Charles and Ellie were killed in a car wreck the next day. He insisted someone must have murdered them. He was afraid to come back to my apartment. He called and said he didn’t want ‘them’ following him back to Maureen.” Her hands trembled. “At the time, I wasn’t exactly sure who ‘them’ was, but he was very afraid for Maureen. That was the last we heard from him, after he talked to Maureen. He said he had to disappear for their safety, for her and the baby.”

Stunned, Elain listened but didn’t speak. She couldn’t speak. She didn’t know what she’d say anyway.

She stared at the picture in her hand again.

Ain’s voice sounded sad. “We suspected that it wasn’t just a car wreck. We had no idea Liam had met with them. They’d called the day before they died and wanted to come talk to us. We knew what they did, but we never openly discussed it with them. We’d let them bring people here to the ranch, usually just for a couple of days. We’re out in the middle of nowhere. It’s hard to sneak up on us here.”

“What did they do?” Carla asked him.

“They helped people, mostly women and sometimes their children, escape. Sometimes shifter women, sometimes human women. Not just wolves, but other breeds.”

Elain found her voice, her reporter training taking over momentarily. “Escape who?”

“Other shifters, usually,” Brodey said. “Not all Clans or shifter breeds are like ours, babe. Some still do arranged marriages regardless of anyone’s feelings in the matter. Like the Abernathys. Some will even abduct mates. Our parents helped run an underground railroad of sorts. It happened far less frequently than it did in the past, but they still helped people.”

The room went silent as Elain tried to digest all of that. Eventually, she found her voice again. “Cail, is that what you and Brodey were talking about that day in the truck?” A sudden flash hit her. “You two didn’t tell me everything, did you? You said stuff hadn’t happened for a couple of decades.”

The men looked at each other. Ain, looking far from happy, stepped in with Prime tone.

“Tell us what you said, guys.”

Brodey scrubbed his face with his hands. “Crap.” He looked at Ain. “We didn’t tell her all the shit about the cockatrice, okay? We were only talking about wolves.”

“The stuff with the cockatrice was right after everything in Yellowstone a couple of years ago,” Ain said with a frown. “Not a couple of decades ago.”

“What?” Elain interrupted. “What’s a cockatrice?”

Cail shook his head, addressing his comments to Ain. “I was specifically talking wolf Clan politics. We were—”

“Whoa, stop right there!” Elain said, silencing her men. She glared at Brodey and Cail. “Did you two lie to me?”

“No!” Brodey and Cail said together. Cail took over. “Babe, we can’t lie to you. We told you that. We were trying not to heap more on top of you than you could take.”

“Then what the fuck is a cockatrice?”

Ain blew out an aggravated breath at her dropping the F-bomb, but apparently under the circumstances he was going to overlook her swearing since he let her off with nothing more than a dirty look.

Brodey snorted. “They’re a really fucked-up-looking chicken.”

“We’re getting off topic,” Ain said. “Let’s cover the story of Liam and our parents first before we start in on the cockatrice situation and the story about Yellowstone.”

“What cockatrice situation?” Elain yelled. “What the hell does Yellowstone have to do with anything?”

Ain calmly took her hand in his. “It’s okay, babe. I promise you, we’ll get to that really quick. Let’s handle one thing at a time. Please? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover. I’m not even sure we can figure it all out tonight anyway.”

Grumbling, she finally nodded. “Fine.”

Ain looked at Carla. “So let me get this straight. Liam and Maureen showed up at your place late one day. Liam said he was meeting with our parents. Then the next day, our parents died and he disappeared after his phone call to Maureen.”

Carla nodded.

Ain chewed on that for a moment. “Do you think he had anything to do with our parents’ death?”

Carla firmly shook her head. “No. I’d be willing to bet he did not. He was a nice man. A good man. I knew them both before I left Spokane. He adored Maureen. I could see how much it hurt him to have to leave her, even though I was really mad at him for doing it at the time. He might have killed to protect her or the baby, but he wouldn’t hurt someone maliciously. I can’t believe that about him.”

“That’s not what you said about him all these years,” Elain groused. “You said he was a jerk for leaving after they found out I was a girl. You painted him to be a deadbeat and that my mom was a saint for ever marrying him in the first place.”

Carla took a gulp of her drink. “I know. I’m sorry I did that. Honey, I convinced myself the shape-shifter stuff wasn’t real. I did what I had to do to keep Maureen and you safe. You mother was dying, and I never expected to have a baby of my own. I loved your mom like a sister, and I love you more than anything. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth before. Would you really have believed me if I told you all this before you met Ain, Brodey, and Cail, and saw what they could do?”

“I—” She stopped and thought about it. Would she have believed her? Honestly?

I would have taken her to the doctor and gotten her evaluated for Alzheimer’s. “No, I guess I wouldn’t have believed it,” Elain softly admitted.

Ain gently squeezed Elain’s hand to silence her again. “Carla, what else did Liam and Maureen say? When you saw we were triplets, you reacted.”

“Maureen made me promise that if Elain ever started to, you know, to do the wolf stuff, that I would find you three. That you and your brothers lived in Arcadia. That if I asked around, someone would know you or know of you and be able to find you for me. She insisted you would be able to protect her. I just…”

Carla took another drink with trembling hands. “I honestly put your names out of my head. I spent a lot of years convincing myself that what Maureen and Liam showed me was some sort of daydream or nightmare. Maureen got sick when Liam left. I was too busy working and trying to take care of her to think about anything else. Not to mention all the adoption paperwork. She had me adopt Elain immediately after her birth. Maureen knew she was dying, even though doctors couldn’t tell us why. Once Elain was born, she didn’t even try to keep herself alive. I was suddenly a single mom with a baby to raise. The last thing I wanted to think about was that wolf craziness.”

Carla’s hands still trembled as she emptied her glass. Without comment, Cail stood, walked over to her and took her glass, and went to the kitchen to make her a fresh drink.

Carla’s eyes looked bright with tears. “I’m sorry,” she continued. “I did the best I could. Maureen got to the point where she refused medical treatment and wasted away. As the years passed and Elain grew older, like any other normal little girl her age, it was easier for me to just pretend the wolf stuff didn’t happen. That I imagined it.”

“You asked if we’d marked her,” Ain pointed out.

“Maureen told me about that the first night. When we were waiting for Liam’s call. She showed me the mark on the back of her shoulder, said that’s what wolves did when they…mated. Said it joined them together forever. She told me she’d marked Liam first, then he marked her.”

Cail returned with her fresh drink and handed it to her. “Thank you.” She took several long sips from it before continuing. “She told me the basics, that there was a very old blood oath in Liam’s family. That some family named Abernathy wanted Liam’s girl baby because he was the first Alpha in his family line to have one. They said that’s why they came to me. They’d found out through ultrasound in Spokane that Elain was a girl and had to hide.”

“How did you know Maureen?” Cail asked. “Wasn’t Liam afraid they’d track Maureen through you?”

Carla shook her head. “We worked together for a couple of years in Spokane and became really good friends. Then I moved to Tampa for a job. After a couple of months, I lost touch with her. There wasn’t the Internet and Facebook back then. Hell, we didn’t have cell phones. I sent her a letter, and the post office returned it, no forwarding address. I tried calling her, and the number was disconnected with no forwarding number. I called my old job. They told me Maureen left with no forwarding info, and none of my former coworkers knew where she went, either. I was shocked when they appeared on my doorstep in Tampa.”

“Well, that explains that,” Ain said. “They came to you because they knew they could trust you. They’d no doubt heard about our parents and what they did. It was either that or stay on the run with a pregnant wife and then a new baby, and he didn’t want to risk their safety like that.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Carla agreed. “That’s what she told me.”

Elain looked at the photo. It explained everything. It explained why she’d reacted the way she had to the man in the steakhouse.

He is my father.

“What does this mean?” Elain quietly asked. “I’m…I’m a shape-shifter? I’m a wolf, like you guys?”

The men exchanged a guilty look.

“What?” she asked. “What do you know?”

Ain took point. “We suspected, based on a few things, but we had no idea in the beginning. We were just so grateful to find you in the first place, we never thought to try to figure out if you were a shifter or not. We assumed you weren’t. Just because someone is from a shifter line doesn’t mean they will shift. When I saw your birth certificate and saw your father’s name, I made some calls.” He looked at his brothers. “We think you probably are a shifter.”

“How long have you suspected?” she quietly asked.

“Not long,” Ain said. “We suspect the night Brodey chased you that you probably shifted during the chase. But none of us ever actually saw you shift.” From his quiet tone of voice, she suspected he thought she’d probably erupt into a tantrum over them keeping the news from her.

Normally, she might have. Tonight, however, Elain felt too exhausted and emotionally wiped out to throw a temper tantrum. She emptied her drink. “May I please have another?” she quietly asked Cail.

He jumped up to get it. “Of course, sweetheart.”

While he was gone, she stared at the picture of her parents, then at her mom.

“Do you hate me?” Carla asked.

“No!” Elain said, and meant it. “I love you. You’re my mom.”

Carla studied her glass. “I never believed the shape-shifter stuff,” she said once again. “It didn’t make sense. I twisted it around in my mind so I didn’t have to believe it. As the years passed and you never did any of that stuff, I convinced myself it wasn’t real. That I’d dreamed it or imagined it or something. I just never thought—”

“It’s okay,” Ain gently said. “We understand.”

Carla stared at him, anger suddenly painted across her face. “No, I don’t think you do! I’d just watched my friend die! I had the responsibility of raising her baby. Her father disappeared, and I suspected he wasn’t coming back. All this crazy stuff she told and showed me, it was too much to handle.”

She tipped up her glass and drained the rest of her drink. She looked at Brodey. “I wanted to hate Liam. I’d liked him when I first met him. He seemed like a nice guy, a handsome guy, very sweet. When I knew them in Spokane, I always envied Maureen. I’d wished for a guy like that for me. Then I went through Elain’s early years afraid someone from Maureen’s family would come and try to take her away from me. I loved her as if she was my own baby. She was my baby. My daughter. My little girl. If Liam returned, I knew he wouldn’t take her away from me. At least, I wouldn’t let him have her without a fight. I was even afraid to date guys who showed too much interest in the fact that I had a daughter. I always thought in the back of my mind ‘what if.’ What if there might be something to that crazy story about the blood oath, and they were someone trying to find Elain?” She burst into tears.

Elain moved to sit next to Carla and hugged her. Cail brought Elain’s drink in and set it on the coffee table in front of her. She picked it up and downed it in a few gulps.

“What did the letter say?” Carla tentatively asked when she’d composed herself.

Ain handed it to Elain, who passed it to Carla. They all sat there, waiting for her to finish reading. When she did, Carla looked up at them. “May I have another drink?” she softly asked.

“I think I’ll take one, too, please,” Ain said. Cail got up to make them. “It’s going to be a long night,” Ain said.

Chapter Four

Cail returned with the drinks. He handed Ain’s to him, Carla’s to her, and gave Elain another rum and Coke. Elain downed half the glass in two large gulps. They sat there, silently trying to absorb all the information Carla had given them, as well as the contents of Maureen’s letter to Elain.

Ain found his voice first. “What are the odds?” He looked around the room at everyone. “What are the odds we would find not only another shape-shifter as our mate, but that she was born to two Alpha shape-shifters, and she had no idea she was a shape-shifter?”

Brodey snorted and with his thumb pointed over his shoulder to the hall leading to Micah and Jim’s bedroom. “The same odds as two straight men becoming mates. Anyone want to go with me to buy a few hundred dollars in lotto tickets? It might be our week to hit it big.”

“We do seem to be bucking the odds,” Cail agreed. He looked at Ain. “I think we need to make a few more phone calls. It’s time to bring Daniel, Callie, and Lina and her guys into this.”

“Lina’s in Brussels with the gang on business,” Brodey said. “I’m not sure how to get in touch with them over there. I’ll try later. I think it’s the middle of the night there right now.”

Elain didn’t try to make sense of all of that. At that moment, she still felt too stunned as she tried to absorb all this new information. She took another sip of her drink. Unfortunately, she didn’t even feel a buzz yet.

“That wasn’t nearly strong enough,” she flatly told Cail.

“I’ll make you another when you finish it. I don’t want you getting sick.”

She gulped the rest, belched, and handed him the glass. “Hit me again, bartender. Please?” With a sigh, he took her glass from her and returned to the kitchen.

Elain was trying to figure out what her next question should be when they heard what sounded like multiple cars pulling into the yard. Before Brodey could reach the front door, it flew open. A very pregnant redheaded woman stormed in, her smile brightening when she spotted Brodey.

“Brod!” She threw open her arms and waddled toward him.

He looked surprised to see her, but he laughed as he picked her up and easily swung her around. He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Holy crap! We were just talking about you guys. I thought you were in Brussels.” He patted her belly. “And when did you get a bun in the oven? You look wonderful!”

“Thanks,” she said, rubbing her belly, “but they’re twins. Double your pleasure, you know.” She laughed. “And double the trouble.”

“Congratulations!”

Elain felt the instinctive growl start deep in her gut. Before Ain could grab her, she jumped off the couch and stalked toward them. Pregnant or not, no woman touched her mate like that!

She was preparing to swing when the woman spotted her. A wide, beaming grin spread across her face. “Elain!” she happily squealed, as if they were long-lost friends.

Elain didn’t know how to react when the redhead threw her arms around her and gave her the biggest bear hug she’d ever had. A sudden wave of joyful glee washed over Elain. It had to be coming from the strange woman, because she herself felt anything but joyful.

Now unsure of herself, Elain unclenched her fist and looked over the woman’s shoulder at Brodey, who stood there laughing.

“Elain, I’d like to introduce you to our friend and Seer for her flagyer, as well as part-time Goddess and honorary wolf, Lina Zaria-Alexandr.”

Two hunktacular men of identical height and build filled the doorway behind her. One blond and pale with blue eyes, the other darker with brown hair and amber eyes. “And this is Jan and Rick Alexandr, her mates,” Brodey added.

Elain immediately felt the territorialness drop from her system. She returned the woman’s hug. “Um, hi? Nice to meet you?” Elain had no clue how to react.

Lina held her at arm’s length. “You don’t know how happy I am to finally meet you after all this time!” she squealed before engulfing Elain in another hug. More waves of joy flowed through Elain.

Elain didn’t understand Lina’s slightly cryptic comment, but she hugged her back and looked at Brodey again. She remembered seeing the names on the guest list for the wedding, but beyond that, nothing.

Cail chose that moment to return with the drinks. “Oh, hey! Lina, what are you guys doing here? Holy crap, girl, look at you!”

Lina turned and received a kiss on the cheek from him without letting loose of Elain. “A Seer’s work is never done, and we all need to talk.” Then she whispered in Elain’s ear before releasing her hold on her. “Congratulations! I am so glad they finally found you!”

Elain stood there, confused. Cail eventually put the drink in Elain’s hand before getting his hug from Lina. Elain quickly emptied the glass and handed it back to him. “Hit me again, please,” she said.

Ain stood behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll allow another because this was an additional shock,” he said. “But I don’t want you getting drunk. We still have a lot to talk about.”

She wouldn’t even fight him on that one. “Sure.”

Laughing, Cail took her glass and returned to the kitchen. Two more men walked through the door and were greeted by Brodey and Ain. Zack and Kael, both handsome and apparently a couple, were part of the new travelling circus that had just landed on their doorstep.

“Could someone please give me a quick explanation?” Elain asked.

Ain squeezed her shoulder. “Let’s get that next drink into you first, babe. You’re going to want it. Trust me.”

* * *

Carla sat there, apparently in a state of shock or inebriation, judging from her lack of comments and the way she stared at the newcomers. Once Lina and the men had their cars unloaded and their stuff settled in two different guest rooms, everyone reconvened in the living room.

There, the Lyall men gave Elain and Carla an abbreviated version of the story of how Lina and her gang ended up meeting Brodey, Cail, and Micah during the Yellowstone shifter Gathering a couple of years earlier, as well as the trip to Europe shortly thereafter.

And Elain received her answers to the cockatrice question.

Elain preferred to focus on that story and not the rampant and copious questions swirling in her head about her own history. Focusing on her past, and the probability that she was also a wolf shifter like her men, meant using brain cells she wanted devoted to more easily digestible tidbits of info.

Like how to talk Ain into letting her have another and much stiffer drink.

She wasn’t a heavy drinker, but she didn’t think she was nearly drunk enough to deal with all of this bullshit.

Yet.

* * *

Marston hated Florida. Hated everything about it. Hated the weather, hated the people, hated the drivers, and especially hated the Podunk cow town of Arcadia. He knew where the Pardie woman was staying, he knew who she was staying with. The problem was, she never traveled into town alone, and every wolf and shifter here was either a friend or distant relative of the Lyalls, so there were no friendly faces he could turn to for assistance.

It didn’t help that where the Lyalls lived was fairly isolated, to the point that it hindered the chances of him sneaking up undetected. No, they couldn’t live in a fucking city where he could easily blend in. He’d spent years tracking her down. To literally miss his chance to catch her alone by weeks enraged him.

No way in hell could he take on her mates by himself. Three Alphas a fraction of his own age?

Yeah, right. They’d disembowel me before I could blink. He couldn’t keep on killing shifters, either. His luck would run out eventually. He also couldn’t bring in the cockatrice to help him without them using it against him. His only two decent allies were both dead now.

Damn bastards. He couldn’t take a chance letting any of the other cockatrice know about the blood oath. They’d turn on their own kin for an advantage, much less a wolf shifter.

He was still no closer to finding the Tablet of Trammel than he’d been decades earlier. The Tablet would put him squarely in the driver’s seat. Either it would give him the power he needed over the cockatrice, or he could ransom it to them for enough money to leave him set for a long, long time.

When it was obvious he needed to cool things for a while with the cockatrice, at least until those stupid dragons and their witchy Seer woman quit looking so hard for him, he’d refocused his energies on fulfilling the blood oath the old-fashioned way, through detective work. Rodolfo Abernathy wouldn’t tolerate being stymied for much longer. Marston had been getting warnings from Abernathy that if he dragged his feet too long, he’d simply take it out of Marston’s hide.

And Marston was rather fond of his hide, as old as it was.

Maybe he shouldn’t have killed Charles and Ellie Lyall. Maybe he should have let Pardie hook up with them. Then he could have grabbed the baby at some point. But he’d panicked, worried they’d tell their damn sons or get Maureen hidden so well he couldn’t track her down. He knew then that the baby Maureen carried had to be a girl. Why else go on the run and hide?

How was he to know Liam wouldn’t go back to his mate? It’d seemed like a good idea at the time. But he’d cursed his luck when he watched Liam get on the plane to Ontario the next evening.

Alone.

He’d thought the damn dragon Seer he’d killed in Yellowstone would answer his questions about where Liam’s damn bitch pup was, or if there even was one. It’d taken him forever to find out who Liam’s mate was and work out her family line to find out who she was related to. Since Liam’s mate was related to the dragons a ways back, it made sense.

The dragon Seer was a weak, old woman. It was his dumb luck she hadn’t cared if he killed her. What kind of sick person wanted to die?

He hadn’t wanted to kill the shifters’ mates. Beheading was messy and a lot of work. But he needed information and apparently the only way to get it anymore was the surefire old-fashioned way—brute force.

Unfortunately, they didn’t give him any more information than he already had. No one knew where Liam Pardie had disappeared to, or even if he was still alive. They had no knowledge about his pup, either.

Now he was stuck here in this cow town in the middle of nowhere, Florida. He looked around his crappy hotel room, the third he’d had in as many weeks. So far, he’d managed to escape the notice of other shifters. He didn’t know which shifters were allies of the Lyalls and had to assume they all were. Getting his hands on Elain Pardie wasn’t going to be an easy task, but it would, at least, get Rodolfo off his ass once and for all so he could get back to hunting for the Tablet.

And coming up with the Tablet of Trammel would bump him to the top of the damn shifter food chain for good.

Damn blood oath anyway. He hadn’t asked for this responsibility. Dumb luck of parentage stuck him with it. Why should he have to be the one to uphold it? Then again, he was lucky Rodolfo Abernathy hadn’t slit his throat over his gambling debts when he had the chance. He’d finally gotten those paid off a few decades ago and was careful not to become indebted to them again any more than he already was by the blood oath.

He’d head back out tomorrow and do some more scouting. Maybe he could follow her around enough to catch her alone.

Chapter Five

Micah barely stirred. He’d considered getting out of bed and warning everyone that Lina and her guys were on their way up the drive. Then he figured since they were as good as family, it wouldn’t matter.

It certainly wasn’t worth crawling out of his comfortable bed, where he was curled around Jim.

He let out a content sigh. He still found it hard, in some ways, to think of Jim as his mate, yet every cell in his body breathed the fact.

Mine.

As simple an idea as inhaling and exhaling. Jim was his, and he was Jim’s. Why? He hoped that, one day, he would learn to give up that question. It didn’t matter why. Kael and Zack were a perfect example, even though they already knew they were gay when they got together. So he wasn’t gay, and neither was Jim. It was becoming increasingly easy to wrap his mind around the fact that he now had a man as a mate.

He damn sure wasn’t complaining.

Out in the living room, he heard the commotion as Lina and her posse arrived and they were introduced to everyone. At one point, he dozed off.

He wasn’t sure what awoke him a while later. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, either, but now he was wide awake, all his senses attuned to the noises in the house.

He heard people quietly talking in the living room, but wasn’t sure who was still awake. That’s not what had roused him.

Sitting up, he closed his eyes and focused. That’s when he realized what woke him up. Someone, on foot, walking up the drive.

A male wolf shifter. An Alpha. A stranger he didn’t recognize.

Micah scrambled out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts. Jim, disturbed by Micah’s sudden departure, groggily asked, “What’s up?”

“Get up. Now.” He tossed Jim a pair of shorts. “Someone’s coming.”

By the time Micah ran into the living room, the stranger had almost reached the front porch. Everyone looked at Micah when he emerged from the hallway at a dead run, but he didn’t have time to explain when they heard the knock on the front door.

Ain must have sensed something was wrong from Micah’s reaction. He jumped up and ran to the front door, beating Micah there by steps. “What is it?” he quietly asked Micah.

“Shifter. Don’t know who. It’s a guy.”

Lina waddled over and pushed the men out of the way. “Hello, Micah. Open the frickin’ door, for chrissake.” She threw it wide open and smiled at the newcomer. “Well hello, Liam. Glad to see you made it here safely.”

The man standing there and holding a battered knapsack looked startled to see her. He warily eyed Micah and Ain standing close behind her. “Hi, Lina.”

“Liam?” Ain asked. “As in Liam Pardie? Elain’s father, Liam Pardie?”

Lina nodded. “Yep.”

Micah gasped. “Liam Pardie?”

“Yep,” Lina said with another nod.

Carla walked over, a look of utter shock on her face. “Liam!”

“Hello, Carla,” the newcomer replied.

Lina grabbed the guy’s hand and dragged him inside. “Okay, see? Identity confirmed. He’s not dangerous. Now back up and let him in.”

* * *

Elain stood, stunned to see the man from the steakhouse standing in their foyer. The man in the picture.

Not just any man, she reminded herself. My father.

Unfortunately, all that came out of her mouth was, “What?” She had countless questions to ask, things she’d thought about throughout the years. Unfortunately, she couldn’t recall a single one of them through her emotional shock.

Lina waved her over. “Come here, Elain.”

Now unable to feel her feet, Elain walked over and stared at the man. Identical to the picture Maureen included with the letter, with him once again standing in front of her, she realized he looked like he’d barely aged from when it had been taken.

Ain, Brodey, and Cail tried to insert themselves between Elain and the stranger. Lina wouldn’t have any of it. “You guys stop it. He’s her father. Back off.” She shoved the men out of her way and pulled Liam through the throng and into the living room. “You know, Liam, I started to think you were never going to get here,” she said with a smile.

Elain and Carla followed. “You knew he was coming?” Elain asked.

“I can’t believe it!” Carla said, looking at him. “You’ve barely aged at all!”

“That’s because he’s a wolf,” Lina explained. She turned to Ain. “Haven’t you guys filled her in on what’s going on? She is Elain’s mom, after all.”

“She just got here a little while before y’all did,” Brodey said. “We didn’t have time to finish going over everything.”

“Wait a minute,” Elain said. “Back up. Lina, how did you know he was coming?” She decided to focus on the smaller bits of the puzzle, the more easily digestible facts, before trying to take a big honking chunk of a bite out of the overall picture.

“Simple. I told him to get his butt in gear and get here,” Lina said.

That made even less sense to Elain. “What?”

“Zack and I took a little side trip after we went to Seattle a few months back. We flew to Bolivia and tracked him down.”

“Bolivia?” Rick, Jan, and Kael all exclaimed together, shooting nearly identical dark looks at Zack. That was news to them, apparently.

Zack held up his hands. “Hey, the Goddess rules, dudes. You know the gig. I was sworn to secrecy by her, so don’t yell at me. It’s the Goddess of Snark’s fault.” He pointed at Lina. “Blame her. She’s the Head-Incendiary-Deity-What’s-in-Charge.”

Lina waved her hand to shush everyone. “Yes, I had a vision, knew I had to find Liam, blah, blah, yadda yadda, we went to Bolivia, found him, and flew home safely. Now he’s here.” She pointed to Elain. “For her. Among other things.”

“What other things?” Ain asked.

Lina didn’t answer. She shushed him.

Elain couldn’t take her eyes off Liam. He smelled so familiar…

The jacket. It finally hit her. The leather jacket still hanging in her closet in the Venice house had belonged to her father. It was the only thing of his that she owned. It still held the very faintest scent of him in its deep recesses. When she was little, she used to sit in her closet with the jacket draped around her and pretend it was her father hugging her.

All the while she would wish he’d come back for her, marry her mom, and the three of them could live happily ever after.

“Are there any other bombshells you want to drop on us, lovely?” Jan snidely asked Lina.

“Nope. Not right now. Nothing concrete that I can tell you.”

“Great,” Rick muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” Lina said.

* * *

Micah cleared his throat. “Well, since y’all don’t need us, we’re going back to bed.” Jim, who’d stood at the end of the hallway and watched everything, turned and sleepily followed Micah back to their bedroom.

“Who is that guy? And who are those other people?” Jim mumbled as he climbed back under the covers with Micah.

Micah snugged him tightly to him. “A new complication, apparently. Not our concern. Not tonight, at least.”

* * *

Elain wasn’t sure how many more surprises she could take. The past couple of hours had stretched her nerves to the limit. Which said a lot, considering how much they’d already been stretched over the past several weeks. She stepped forward and stared at Liam for a long moment before throwing her arms around him and hugging him.

“I missed ye so much,” he whispered in her ear. “Please, I hope ye can forgive me for leaving.”

Unable to speak, she nodded. They stood like that for a couple of minutes until Elain finally released him and stepped back. “I guess we should all go talk,” she suggested.

He nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

“Do you want some time alone with him?” Ain asked her.

She thought about it. “I do, but not right now. I think I’d rather get all the other questions I have answered.” She nodded toward Lina. “She seems to be the lady to answer them.”

“That’s me,” Lina said. “Goddess, Seer, and snarkalicious supernatural information desk with incendiary powers.”

With everyone introduced and settled in the living room, all attention focused on Lina.

She laced her fingers together and rested her hands on her belly. “Well, isn’t this nice?” she cheerfully asked. “Everyone together in one room. All we need is Blackie, Callie, Wally, and the rest.”

“Who are—never mind,” Elain said. “I don’t want to know.”

“How are Blackie and Callie?” Brodey asked. “I haven’t talked to him in a couple of months. How do they like living up in Maine?”

“They’re doing good. He went with us to Brussels. I sent him back to Maine when we landed in Florida tonight. We’ll see him soon enough.” Lina offered a smile to Elain. “Prepare for craziness to ensue.”

“Who is Blackie, again? And I thought we were already in Crazy Town,” Elain shot back. “If it gets any crazier, I think I’ll need to be sedated.”

“Oh, no, this isn’t crazy,” Lina said with a broad grin. “This is just the intermission.” Her smile faded and she looked at Brodey. “Fat Boy’s back.” She tipped her head toward Elain. “He’s already seen her. At least once. I had a vision about it.”

Elain closed her eyes and wearily rubbed her forehead. “Who is Fat Boy? And what visions?”

“He’s an older guy,” Lina said. “It’s a long, long story. He’s the guy we were telling you about earlier, the one who helped kill Kael’s family.”

“Do I even want to know anything else?” Elain opened her eyes again. “I’m beginning to think maybe I’m better off not knowing.”

“Wait a minute,” Brodey said. “When did he see Elain?”

“Cail took Elain shopping at a farm supply store.” Lina looked at him. “You two were in the parking lot, petting a horse in a stock trailer.”

Cail nodded. “Yeah. A couple of weeks ago.”

“He was standing across the street and watched you two.”

Elain spoke before thinking. “You mean Mr. Creepy?”

All three of her men looked at her and spoke together. “Who’s Mr. Creepy?”

Elain felt her face redden. “Oops.”

Ain cleared his throat. “Is there anything else you want to tell us, Elain?”

She shook her head. “Um, no, I think that’s all.”

“How many times have you seen this Mr. Creepy?” Ain asked.

“Oh. Um, the night we went to the steakhouse and I saw him.” She pointed at Liam. “We went to Publix after dinner to get groceries. I saw Mr. Creepy there. I also think I saw him when Cail and I went to the diner once.”

“And,” Ain said, “just why didn’t you tell us that before now?”

She grew defensive. “Because I was afraid you’d flip out. Like you’re doing now.”

“I’m not flipping out!”

“Yeah, but you want to keep me locked up now for my safety, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

“See? You can’t do that.”

His face darkened. “Watch me.”

She jabbed a finger at him. “You try edicting me like that, and you’ll have one unhappy mate on your hands, buster.”

They glared at each other for a few seconds before Ain gave in first with an unhappy sigh. “You’re going to be the death of me yet, you know that? Please, let’s discuss this and figure out a way to keep you safe.”

Lina cleared her throat. “If y’all are done, can we get back to him?” She pointed at Liam.

Liam had quietly sat and listened to the exchange. He’d looked back and forth from Elain to Carla. Elain felt a little guilty, like she should be showering him with affection and attention. Quite honestly, she felt too numb to do any of that at this time. Like she was several steps behind everyone else in absorbing all the new facts they’d learned in the past couple of hours.

She also had some questions for her mom, but those could wait. Her brain could only handle so much at one time.

* * *

Cail carefully watched Elain. He suspected she was near or at the breaking point. He couldn’t blame her. He’d nearly reached it himself.

“Let’s stop for a moment,” he suggested. “I want to hear Liam’s story.”

All eyes swiveled to the newcomer.

Liam swallowed. “Well,” he softly said in his Irish brogue, “where do ye want me to begin?”

“Begin where you want,” Cail said. “As long as it all gets told.”

He nodded. “When we found out Maureen was expecting a girl, we panicked. I worried the Abernathys would track us down if they knew. All my life I’d lived with that damn blood oath over my head. I resisted looking for a mate because of it. I didn’t want to hand over any child to the Abernathys.”

He looked down at his hands and clasped them together. “I didn’t tell Maureen about the blood oath when she claimed me. I was so shocked when it happened, I didn’t have time to react. After the fact I told her, but I wouldn’t let her swear to it.”

He let out a deep sigh. “The day after we found out from the doctor that Elain was a girl, we ran. I didn’t know where to go first. I knew I couldn’t go to my brothers. I told them about Maureen when we first mated, not thinking straight that I shouldn’t have. I didn’t say anything to them when we found out she was pregnant.”

Cail cleared his throat. “I hate to be the one to tell you,” he softly said, “but someone recently murdered their mates. And the mate of one of our cousins. Beheaded them.”

“Bloody Abernathys.” Liam stared at the floor for a moment. When he started speaking again, his voice sounded hoarse and full of emotion. “It’s all my fault,” he quietly said. “I never should have told my brothers about Maureen. They weren’t Alphas, but they were sworn to the blood oath in case any of their heirs were eligible.”

“Are you actually related to the Abernathys?” Ain asked.

Liam shook his head. “No. Our family’s blood oath is with them, but I’m not related to them except through the past and that damn oath.”

“I have to ask,” Ain continued. “There are rumors you were tied up with the mob.”

Again Liam shook his head. “No. Probably a story the Abernathys spread about me to isolate me from anyone I might seek help from. Is that fecking bastard Rodolfo still alive?”

“Unfortunately,” Ain said.

“Damn.” He looked at Carla. “I didn’t know where else to go when all this happened. When Maureen was grabbing things to take with us, she found yer address in Tampa. I…I didn’t know what else to do. We couldn’t risk going to any of her family. Surely couldn’t go to my family for help. I remembered hearing rumors about Charles and Ellie and what they did for people. I thought that was the Goddess’ hand on our fate. That we could go to Florida and ask for their help to hide. At least, to hide Maureen and the baby. Elain,” he corrected himself as he looked at his daughter. “Maureen loved Carla like a sister and trusted her. She knew Carla had no knowledge of shape-shifter business.

“I took Maureen to Carla’s and we showed her what we were. Then I left and tracked down Charles and Ellie and called them. I didn’t tell them what it was about over the phone. They agreed to meet with me. I told them everything, but I didn’t tell them where Maureen was, or about Carla. I told them about the blood oath and they said they didn’t care about that, that they’d help us hide.”

He paused for a moment to compose himself. “They asked me if I’d been followed. I said I didn’t think so. That’s when they told me they thought they might have someone watching them. That over the past couple of months, it felt like they’d been followed, but they weren’t sure if they were, or even who was responsible. I was supposed to go back to the hotel and wait for them to call me. They were going to talk to ye and yer brothers the next day, in person, so they could confirm the arrangements. Then they would call me for Carla’s information so they could have someone else contact her about where to go. They wanted to be extra careful. They weren’t sure if their phone was tapped or not.”

Cail felt old anger bubbling over inside him. “They died the next day.”

Liam nodded. “When I didn’t hear from them, I panicked. I couldn’t wait. I called their house and the police answered and told me they’d died.” He choked back a sob. “Another pair of deaths that’s my fault.”

Cail watched as Elain started crying, too. She stood and went to kneel beside Liam, putting her arms around him and holding him.

* * *

After a few minutes, Ain cleared his throat. “We don’t hold you responsible for our parents’ deaths, Liam.”

Liam looked up from where he and Elain still embraced. “Thank ye. I doubt I could be as charitable if I was in yer position.”

“What’s important,” Ain said, “is that you’re here for Elain now. Both of you are here,” he said, meaning Carla. “And family is what’s important. We take care of our own. And as far as I’m concerned, you’re both part of our family. Our pack.”

Liam looked at Carla, who sat on his other side. “I can’t begin to thank ye enough for all ye’ve done.” He let go of Elain with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Carla. “Thank ye for being her mother and taking such good care of her.”

That finished Carla. She started crying, too, and that’s when Ain decided the three of them needed some time alone. Silently, he motioned to everyone to file outside to the lanai to give them privacy.

Once out there, Lina hugged Ain. “You’re a good man. All three of you. Elain will keep you on your toes, but she needs all three of you to keep her grounded. This is going to fracture her sanity for a little while.”

Brodey’s face darkened. “I hate seeing her so upset.”

“Join the club,” Cail added.

Lina patted him on the shoulder. “I know you do, Brod, but she has to go through this. Just be there for her. Expect her to feel a little crazy. Cut her some slack when she needs it. Always stand strong for her.”

“Is that why you guys showed up early?” Cail asked.

She nodded, her expression growing grim. “It’s getting bad again. Really bad. It’s good Liam showed up tonight. I was thinking it’d be another day or two before he got here, but we need to draw the family in close. Now.”

“Spill it, Lina,” Zack said. “What aren’t you telling us?”

She looked at him, Kael, and her mates before returning her attention to Ain. “Keep Micah and Jim here with you. Don’t let them leave and go off on their own. Fat Boy is desperate, but I don’t know why yet. Everything is going to get really, really ugly before everything calms down again.” She patted her belly. “Now, would you mind if I hit your bathroom? I don’t want to walk through the living room and disturb them, but I’m about ready to wet myself.”

Brodey smiled and walked her to the sliding glass door that opened directly into the master bedroom. “There you go, kiddo,” he said as he pointed at the dark bathroom doorway. “The switch is inside, just beside the door. On the right.”

“Thank you!” She quickly waddled through the bedroom and ignored the sound of Brodey closing the slider behind her. When she reached the doorway, she fumbled for the switch but soon found it. As she was relieving herself on the toilet, she glanced up at the long, mirrored vanity.

The woman from the plane stared back at her.

Lina clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her startled scream.

Now, however, Lina knew who she was. She looked just like the picture in Maureen’s letter to Elain.

“Holy crap, Maureen! Will you quit doing that!” Lina whispered at the mirror.

The woman’s sad expression didn’t change. “You have to help her,” Maureen said. “Please.”

“I am, but could we do this at some other time than when I’m sitting on the crapper?” Lina finished and got her pants pulled up. She waddled over to the vanity and washed her hands. All the while, she stared at the woman. “I didn’t know my freaky powers were going to include talking to ghosts.” In fact, what she had learned about her powers would barely fill a shot glass.

The ghost of Maureen Alexander didn’t reply.

Lina took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Did Baba Yaga put you up to this?”

“Who?”

“Never mind.” Lina glanced behind her. The bathroom was empty except for her. She turned back to the mirror, where the ghost was plainly visible. “Why do you only come to me in mirrors? And why now, for cripes sake?”

“I always stayed with Liam before.”

Lina felt bad for the ghost, but that still didn’t answer her question. “Why pick now to appear to me?”

“I knew when you visited Liam that you were powerful. When he began his journey to our daughter, I sought you out. I was afraid to appear to you too soon.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you getting rid of me.”

It hadn’t even occurred to Lina that she had the ability to do that kind of thing. “I won’t get rid of you. Can you wait here just a minute?”

The ghost nodded.

Lina closed her eyes and did something she hadn’t done in over a year—she wished herself into Baba Yaga’s living room. When she looked around, she didn’t see anyone.

“Hey? Is anyone home?”

Silence greeted her.

“Crap,” she grumbled. “Hellooo?” she hollered again.

No reply.

She threw the front door open and yelled. “Hey, lady! You out there?”

Still no answer.

“Fudge.” Lina had no idea how to go about tracking down Baba Yaga if she wasn’t at her home.

It was, however, added to the top of her mental list of topic discussions next time she tracked the immortal woman down.

Lina opened her eyes and once again found herself standing in the Lyalls’ bathroom. Maureen Alexander’s ghost stared at her from the mirror. “Can we do this somewhere other than in bathrooms?” Lina asked her.

“I don’t know how. I’ve been following you around for a couple of weeks now. It’s the only way I know how to appear to you.”

“Do you have any special advice or insight? Like who or where Fat Boy is?”

Maureen shook her ghostly head.

“Great.” Lina let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, right now, I need to get back outside before one of my guys thinks I fell in and flushed myself. You and I will talk later. I need to help all of them get through this first. Dumping your existence on them, no offense, isn’t helpful at this moment. Get my drift?”

Maureen nodded and disappeared.

As Lina headed back out to the lanai, she hoped no other new powers suddenly sprang up anytime soon. She didn’t need more distractions right now.

* * *

Elain called everyone back into the living room twenty minutes later. Ain could tell all three of them had been crying from the looks of their red eyes and swollen noses.

He engulfed Elain in a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I will be. I think. Ask me again tomorrow after I’ve gotten into the booze again. I think I might need it.”

He chuckled. “We’ll get you through this without you pickling your liver. I promise.”

Brodey and Cail gathered around her, too. “Yeah,” Brodey said. “If I can kick cockatrice ass, I can let you soggy up my shoulder.”

At least he managed to coax a small smile out of her.

“For now,” Ain said, “I think it would be wise if we all head for bed and get some sleep. Cail, please show Liam to a bedroom. Thank the Goddess we have a big house.”

Cail smiled. “Any more guests, and we can open our own B&B.”

* * *

Elain dropped her clothes on the floor next to the closet, walked into the bathroom, and brushed her teeth. Then she used the bathroom, washed her hands, and returned to the bedroom. Without another word, she crawled into bed.

The men stared at her for a moment before starting to undress. “Are you really okay, sweetheart?” Ain asked. When he finished removing his clothes, he picked hers up from the floor and put them all in the hamper.

She closed her eyes. “No, I’m not okay,” she softly said. “I don’t know what I am, but okay isn’t even within shouting distance of the top fifty on the list.”

Brodey climbed into bed with her first, followed by Ain and Cail. She snuggled against Ain, rolled into his embrace, and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Please make this all go away,” she whispered. “Make everything normal again.”

She suspected it was Brodey who gently stroked her back. “Normal being when all you had to deal with was three men who turned into wolves?” he said.

“Yeah, that normal. That was easy.”

Ain laughed. The deep, rumbling sound rolled through her. “That was what you considered ‘easy’?”

“Yeah. All I had to do was enjoy getting my brains boinked out.”

Cail spoke from the far side of the bed, humor tingeing his words. “Seems like you had a complaint or two in there somewhere.”

“I know. Meeting you three has given ‘screwing the pooch’ new meaning.”

“Oh,” Ain groaned with a laugh. “That was horrible.”

She brushed her fingers up his chest. The fine dusting of hair along his pecs felt comfortingly soft against her hand. Warm.

Familiar.

Unlike the wackiness her life had suddenly turned into within the space of a few hours.

Amazing how a little perspective changes what’s “normal” in my life. Falling in love with three shape-shifters is a walk in the park compared to all this new bullshit.

She looked up into his face, into those familiar, grey eyes. “Please make it go away,” she whispered again. “Make it all go away. I want things back the way they were yesterday. Yesterday was good.”

“I wish I could, sweetheart,” he said, looking pained. “I would give anything to make you quit hurting.”

“I’m not hurting. I’m just…”

Overwhelmed.

She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair. There was one surefire cure to disengage every last single conscious thought in her brain.

Elain pulled his head down until his lips covered hers. Drowning in her emotions, she kissed him, seeking a few moments, at least, of solace in his arms.

Wanting it from all three pairs of their arms.

And other body parts, of course.

She rolled on top of him and reveled in the feel of his hands sliding down her back, his fingers splayed across her ass as his cock hardened between them. She rubbed herself against him and tried to shut down her brain. With her juices already flowing, she loved the feel of her clit gliding up and down his rigid shaft.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Brodey murmured behind her. She felt his hands on her hips as he lifted her onto Ain’s cock.

With a happy sigh she impaled herself, enjoying the feel of him stretching her as she sank his full length deep inside her. His grey gaze smoldered up from the bed as he looked at her. He reached up and cupped her breasts, his palms brushing against her nipples.

“Is that what you wanted, baby?” Ain asked her.

She nodded. “Please fuck me senseless. Literally.”

Brodey began nibbling on the back of her neck while Cail’s mouth replaced Ain’s hand on one of her breasts. Each hot, wet pull of his mouth on her nipple sent another pulse of desire through her body and to her pussy, where Ain’s cock had her so deliciously filled. There was no better feeling in the world than being the center of their universe like this, surrounded by her three mates, the power of their love flowing through her.

Brodey reached around her hips even as he still nibbled on her shoulders. His fingers unerringly found her pussy, where he spread her lips open with one hand and stroked her clit with his other.

“Yes!” she whispered. She let her weight fall back on him as she rode Ain’s cock. Ain’s hands settled on her hips while Cail took over giving full attention to her breasts.

“Do you like that, baby?” Brodey whispered in her ear. She felt his impatient cock, fully engorged and ready, rubbing against her back.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Let go to us,” Cail whispered against her flesh. “Just let go and let us make you feel good.”

I can do that. She let Ain set the pace as he slowly thrust his cock into her. Elain rocked her hips in time with his thrusts.

Cail sat up and captured her mouth with his. He cupped her breasts with both his hands, rolling her nipples against his calloused palms with his thumbs.

“This is gooood. This is sooo good.” She didn’t think it to any of them in particular, just to all three of them.

Ain chuckled. “Mission accomplished, I do believe.”

She let out a little mewing sound around where Cail was still thoroughly kissing her. She hoped they understood it was meant to be a yes.

Brodey nipped her shoulder again as he picked up the tempo with his fingers. This time, he drew a full-fledged, pleading whine from her.

“More. Please.” Times like this especially made their mental connection handy. She didn’t have to stop Cail’s delicious exploration of her mouth with his tongue to talk to them.

“Hmm,” Brodey said. “More? How much more, babe?”

“Don’t be mean,” Ain playfully scolded. “Give our girl what she wants.”

Brodey laughed. “Oh, okay. Fine.” His fingers worked harder, faster, driving her close to the edge but not quite over it.

He grazed his teeth along her shoulder. “Come for us, babe.”

Then he bit down hard.

Thank goodness Cail was kissing her. He muffled the worst of her scream as her body exploded. She was vaguely aware of Ain’s cock slamming into her from below as her head lolled back on Brodey’s shoulder. Bolts of white heat shot through her body, ricocheting through her veins, setting her nerves on fire.

She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to flow through her, taking her mind away to a different place where she only had to feel, not think.

She felt Ain come, then before she could catch her breath Brodey had picked her up, spun her around, and had her on her back on the bed with his cock buried balls-deep inside her.

Somewhere in the transition, she’d lost Cail’s mouth. She reached out and instead her hand brushed against his ready cock.

“Good enough.” He laughed as her fingers wrapped around it and she drew him close. As Brodey started slamming his cock into her, she opened wide and engulfed Cail’s member.

He stroked her hair, entwining his fingers through it, guiding her. She needed no urging. This was one of her favorite things.

“Such a good girl,” Brodey said, leaning forward a little more so his cock perfectly hit her clit with each stroke. “You love sucking his cock, don’t you?”

She couldn’t really respond, and was too busy to even think an answer, so she mumbled an assent around the cock filling her mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Cail echoed.

From somewhere, hands cupped her breasts again. She suspected at least one of the hands belonged to Ain but she didn’t care. Her men knew how to draw every ounce of pleasure from her.

She slipped a hand between Cail’s legs and found his sac. She cupped his soft, warm flesh in her palm and gently kneaded it, squeezing just enough to make his cock grow even harder in her mouth and reward her with a few drops of salty pre-cum.

“That’s it, baby,” he gasped. “You know what I like.”

Brodey, meanwhile, had found the perfect angle and knew it. He started taking harder, shorter strokes inside her. With her clit already primed and swollen from her first orgasm, it didn’t take her long to crash over the edge again.

“That’s it, baby,” Brodey urged as her body responded, her pussy milking his cock as her orgasm swept through her.

Her moans around Cail’s cock triggered his orgasm. His hand tightened in her hair as he thrust into her mouth. She sucked harder, moaning again as she felt his cock pumping, then tasting his cum as he filled her mouth with his seed.

Brodey barely held back until she finished. Then he grabbed her legs, threw them over his shoulders, and fucked her, hard and deep, shaking the whole bed until his back arched and he let out a deep groan.

Elain released Cail’s cock and wrapped her arms around Brodey. She held on to him until his body finally relaxed and he dropped on top of her, sated, exhausted.

Too tired to talk, she thought to them, “I love all of you.”

Ain leaned in from somewhere and kissed her. “We love you, too, babe.”

On that note, she checked out, gratefully letting sleep wash over her.

Chapter Six

Elain awoke late the next morning after a blissfully dreamless sleep. Getting herself boinked senseless by her men tended to do that for her.

At least insomnia’s a problem I don’t have.

She left her men sleeping in bed and grabbed a quick shower. Instead of dressing, she grabbed her bathrobe and wrapped it around her before silently slipping out of the bedroom. The entire house lay quiet, all their guests still asleep.

She started the coffee. When it finished, she poured herself a mug then took it outside onto the lanai where she sat in a lounger. Staring at the woods beyond the backyard, she tried to process everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Between her mom’s bombshell, meeting Lina and her gang, and then Liam showing up…

Dad, she thought. My dad.

How many countless times had she longed for a dad growing up? Latching on to friends who had seemingly perfect families with a dad and a mom? Or, at the very least, one parent and one stepparent? All the while mourning the fact that her father was either “somewhere” or a “no-good louse,” depending on when in her life she’d asked her mom about him.

How many times had she watched moms and dads, or at least divorced parents but the dad showing up sometimes, cheering their kids on the sidelines at track meets or karate competitions?

Yes, her mom was always there for her. Always her rock, always dependable and making time for her no matter what.

But…

She sat back in the lounger, stretching out and staring at wispy clouds that drifted into view in the distance across the pasture to the east of the house.

Inside the house behind her, Elain now had her complete family gathered under one roof for the first time in her life. Men, Mom, Dad, and the siblings-slash-cousins she’d always longed for.

Let’s not forget it looks like I’m a wolf, too.

She snorted in amusement. Somehow, that factoid had slid down the importance scale with the arrival of everyone else.

She heard the sliders to the living room open. Cail, dressed in shorts, stepped out. He carried a mug of coffee.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

She nodded to him.

He kissed her. “You all right?”

“Yeah.”

He studied her for a moment. “You want company, or do you need some space?”

She took a deep breath and held it for a moment to think before letting it out. “I think,” she quietly said, “I need some space. No offense.”

“None taken. That’s why I asked.” He leaned in again and kissed the top of her head. “Ain and Brodey are up and moving, too. I’m going to grab me something to eat and head out to the barns with Brodey. Unless you want me to hang back?”

“I’m good.” Truth be told, the irony was she did need to be alone, even though her life was suddenly filled with all the people she’d wished for over the years.

“Let me know if you need me, okay?”

“I will. Thank you.”

He returned to the house, leaving her to her contemplation. He must have passed the word to the other men, because neither Ain nor Brodey came out, although she sensed Brodey left with Cail and Ain stayed behind.

No one else appeared to be awake yet. Not even the two lovebird horndogs.

She snickered at that. In light of recent developments, what had happened between Micah and Jim now fell even farther down the scale of importance, as well as provided a humorous note to her life.

Familiar sounds of birds and distant traffic on the road beyond their driveway came to her. She closed her eyes and listened with new attention based on the revelations of the night before.

The breeze picked up a little. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the scents of morning dew drying on the cypress and pine trees in the nearby woods. The sweet scent of the backyard grass, which had been mown the day before. Even the faint but still detectable aroma of the cows in the pastures beyond the woods.

Maybe I should take a ride. Brodey had bought her two horses. She still wouldn’t consider herself an expert rider, but the men now let her venture around the ranch by herself without worrying themselves to death. A ride would help me clear my mind.

She had a house full of people, over half of which she’d just met. All of them, apparently, related to her in some fashion. One of the things she’d always wished she had—a large, supportive family—and now…

Sigh.

She had no clue what to do with all of them.

The sliders opened again a little while later. When she looked, Liam offered her a tentative smile. “May I join ye?”

She nodded. She wouldn’t tell him no. She just wasn’t sure what to say to him yet.

He took a seat in a chair facing the lounger. “Are ye doing okay?”

“Honestly?”

He nodded.

She shook her head. “Not really. It’s all so overwhelming.” Why not tell him the truth? “I’ve had my world upended several times already over the past few weeks. Meeting the guys has changed my life and my perception of the world. Now I’m finding out all this other stuff.” She shrugged. “It’s like what is going to fall out of the sky on me next? I don’t know what I’m supposed to be thinking.”

“No one expects ye to act a certain way.”

“I expect it from myself. I had my life pretty much planned out. Then I met the guys. Okay, great, shape-shifters are real. Fine. I love them. I’ve been processing that. I was just starting to get the hang of that. Then all of…this.” She focused on the woods again. Maybe what she really needed was a run. Not to be chased, just to…run.

“Can ye ever forgive me?” he softly asked.

His question startled her. She refocused on him. “What?”

“For leaving your mum. For not being there for ye.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. You did what you had to do. I’m just…overwhelmed,” she repeated. It was the only word that seemed to apply.

“I can understand Carla being mad at me all these years. In her place, I can’t imagine I’d think much different. All I’m asking is a chance to get to know ye, be a part of yer life, if ye’d consider giving it to me.”

Over. Whelmed.

She took a deep breath and let it out again. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Like I’m going to wake up and find out I was stuck in a coma or some weird stuff.” She thought for a moment. “Of course I want you in my life, Liam… Dad.” She smiled. “I’m sorry. That feels weird saying it. I’ll get used to it.”

He returned her smile. “I won’t lie. It sounds good hearing ye say it.”

“So why Bolivia all these years?” It was a question she’d neglected to ask the night before. She’d been too busy processing and crying to think of many questions.

He smiled. “It’s one of the last places any Abernathy would ever set foot on the planet. There’s a large jaguar Clan there who despises them.”

“Why?”

“Because Rodolfo stupidly thought he could have his way. About a hundred years or so ago, at a large Gathering, he tried throwing his weight around. He ended up insulting one of the jaguar leader’s daughters. His youngest daughter, who happened to be nineteen at the time.”

“Ouch.”

“Exactly. One of Rodolfo’s sons showed up the next morning with scratches across his face. His story was she attacked him. Her story was he tried to rape her and she barely got away. Rodolfo called her a lying…eh, rhymes with runt.”

Elain smiled. “Didn’t go over so well, huh?”

Liam rubbed his chin. “It was only because everyone else held back Ortega, the leader of the jaguar Clan, that Rodolfo and his ilk escaped out of there with his bollocks intact. Ortega invited Rodolfo to come down to Bolivia and settle it like a man. Needless to say, he didn’t.”

“So any of Rodolfo’s enemies are automatically Ortega’s friends now?”

“Exactly. I’m not the first person to head to Bolivia to escape Abernathy’s reach. In return, Ortega left me alone and offered me freedom to stay as long as I kept my eyes and ears open and passed any information along to him that he might need about anything I saw.” He sighed. “I hated every second of being away from ye. I suspected I’d do ye more harm than good if I showed up.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yeah?”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

* * *

They talked for a little while longer. Carla joined them, a mug of coffee in her hand. She kissed Elain, but looked at Liam.

“Honey, would you mind if Liam and I talked for a little while? Alone?”

“No problem.” She hugged them both and headed inside.

Elain was making her way from the lanai to the kitchen when Lina and Zack emerged from their respective rooms.

Lina gave her a hug. “How you holding up?” Elain felt a wave of compassion wash over her. When Lina let go of her, the feeling disappeared.

Elain wanted to opt for a brave face, but she felt tears building inside her.

Lina squeezed her hand. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed. It’s natural. This isn’t easy stuff to deal with.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“She blew up a pine tree in our backyard,” Zack snarked.

“That was accidental,” Lina shot back. “I haven’t accidentally blown anything up in a long time now.”

“What about on purpose?” Elain asked.

She grinned. “Oh, all the time. I have to keep my guys on their toes.” Her smile faded. “How are you doing? Really?”

Elain sat at the kitchen table. “Can we focus on something besides me for a minute? I’m tired of being center stage. What, exactly, is your deal?” She pointed at the two of them.

Zack and Lina joined her at the table. “If we could label that,” Lina said, “it would make my life easier.” She looked at Zack. “Long story short, I’m the reincarnation of a really kick-ass lady goddess from a long time ago. Jan and Rick are the reincarnations of my mates from then.”

Elain stared at her for a moment as she tried to process that. “I’m sorry I asked.” Shape-shifters. Goddesses. Reincarnation.

This isn’t helping.

Lina smiled. “I know. It’s a lot to take in. I didn’t want to believe everything at first, either. I’ve found it’s easier to just sit back, admit I don’t know everything, and go with the flow.”

“Forget flow. I feel flooded,” Elain said.

“The short version,” Zack offered, “is magic is real, basically. Critters you thought were just myth really do exist. You know, sort of a variation on the theme of, ‘Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.’ Well, just because everyone else thinks these kinds of things don’t exist doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”

Elain stared at him for a moment before dropping her head into her hands and moaning. “FuuuuUUUUCK!”

She didn’t even care if Ain heard her swear. She’d gladly take the spanking. At least it would be something to take her mind off this craziness.

* * *

Carla sat down in the lounger that Elain had vacated. For so many years she’d imagined what would happen if she had Liam sitting in front of her, how the conversation would go.

Now, she couldn’t recall a single scenario.

“You look good, Liam.” He’d barely aged, while she’d lived literally an entire lifetime since she’d last seen him. She felt a little self-conscious about that.

He kindly smiled. “Yer as pretty as ye ever were, Carla.”

She felt herself blush and looked down at her coffee. “You don’t need to lie to me to make me feel good, Liam.”

“I’m not. I mean it. And again, I cannot tell ye how much I appreciate ye raising Elain. I promise I won’t do anything to come between ye.” He wistfully looked at the sliding glass doors through which Elain had returned to the house. “Yer her mum. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to help ye take care of her, to help support her.”

She nodded. Unlike her daughter, she’d only had less than twenty-four hours to come to grips with the fact that shape-shifters truly existed and it wasn’t some figment of her imagination after years of denial.

“Do ye hate me?” he asked.

She harshly laughed. “Honestly? I spent a lot of time hating you over the years. And now I feel pretty guilty about that, considering the truth.” She sighed. “You need to give me some time to get used to all of this, Liam.”

“I know. I’m sorry ye didn’t get a say in the matter.”

“No, I had a say. I could have turned you two away when you showed up.”

He reached over and touched her knee. “I always liked ye, Carla,” he softly said, his voice sounding serious. “Maureen was the love of my life, my mate. Had I met ye first…” He sat back. “I don’t want that to sound childish. I knew from the moment Maureen introduced us that ye were a special woman.” His voice choked up. “She loved ye, Carla. Ye were the closest thing to family she had who she could confide in. I cannot tell ye how thankful I am she had ye in her final days.”

Carla choked back tears. She’d sworn she’d hold it together, at least in front of the others, for Elain’s sake. “I still don’t understand why she died,” she quietly said. “It’s like she gave up.”

He wouldn’t look at her. With his gaze on the ground, and in a voice she could barely hear, he said, “She had soul sickness. It sometimes happens when a woman loses a mate, especially if she’s with child. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it can. I don’t know why it happens.”

Carla stifled a flash of anger. “So if you had come back, she wouldn’t have died?”

He shrugged, still not looking at her. “I dunno. Maybe. Don’t think there isn’t a day gone by I haven’t cursed myself for leaving. At the time, I thought it was the only way to keep Elain safe and keep those bastards from forcing her into a life no one would ever want for their child.”

They sat in silence for a few moments. “Maureen asked me to tell you she loved you,” Carla finally said. “That if I ever saw you again to tell you that.” She took a deep breath. “She also made me promise to tell you that it was her decision, too. That she didn’t blame you.”

Liam’s shoulders began to tremble as he silently wept. First hesitating, Carla put down her mug, stood, and walked over to him. If she couldn’t release the anger and resentment she’d held all those years, she knew it would eat her alive and only serve to drive a wedge between her and Elain. Her daughter deserved to have her father in her life.

She stood in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay,” she said. “It’ll be all right.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her stomach as he cried.

Carla closed her eyes and tried to ignore the other old feelings still swirling around inside her.

* * *

After lunch, which overflowed their kitchen and tested the seating capacity of their already large dining room table, Brodey made an announcement. “Elain, we’re going to take you out to the pasture and show you some things.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Wouldn’t the bedroom be more convenient?”

“I—” He groaned as he caught her meaning. “No, babe. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“For once,” Cail added before taking a sip of iced tea.

Brodey shot him a glare. Ain didn’t intercede. He sat there with an amused smile and watched his brothers go at it.

“We’re going to give you a ‘Shifters 101’ class this afternoon,” Brodey said.

Elain wasn’t sure she was ready for more surprises. “Don’t you have to wait thirty minutes after eating before shifting?” she snarked.

Lina, sitting next to her, hooted with laughter and gave her a high five.

Brodey rolled his eyes, but trudged onward. “After lunch, you’re going to learn how to shift.”

“We don’t know for sure if I can shift.”

“True, but all the evidence points to the fact that you can. So humor me, okay? I’m going to take you out and teach you.”

“Yay,” Elain blandly said with more than a pinch of sarcasm behind it as she pointed her index finger up and twirled it around.

* * *

Elain didn’t bother fighting Brodey when it was obvious Ain supported the plan. Liam and Carla stayed behind at the house to do some more talking of their own. Ain and Cail returned to work at the barns because the business had to be tended to regardless of their crazy personal life. Micah and Jim were most likely boinking each other’s brains out in their bedroom. So Elain headed out with the others after lunch.

They took a couple of work trucks. When they reached one of the most remote pastures, where they stood no chance of being accidentally spotted, they parked the vehicles and piled out.

“So,” Brodey said with a twinkle in his eye. “What do you want to learn first, babe?”

Elain looked at Lina’s guys. “You three are shifters, too?” she asked as she pointed at Kael, Rick, and Jan.

The three men nodded.

“Can I see you guys shift first?” Elain asked.

They shrugged. “Sure,” Rick said. “We like it here, because we can shift to our largest form.”

Elain fought the rising heat in her face as all three men immediately began nonchalantly shucking their clothes.

She’d seen her men shift into wolves. But when the air appeared to shimmer around the three men, Elain let out a terrified squeak as she realized she was now staring at three large dragons.

Her jaw gaped as she stumbled backward a few steps.

No one said anything. Only birds and the wind through the nearby trees stirred the silence.

Elain stared.

After a few minutes, a concerned Brodey asked, “Um, babe? Say something.”

Elain stared. “They’re dragons!” she whispered, stunned.

Zack grinned “Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?”

“Dragons!” Elain said again. Even though Cail had once mentioned to her that there were other kinds of shifters, she really thought he’d been messing with her when he’d told her there was such a thing as dragon shifters.

Brodey stepped behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder. “No weirder than us shifting into wolves, when you think about it.”

Elain stared. “Wolves are real! You said they were shifters. But… they’re dragons!”

“Yep,” Brodey agreed, nonplussed.

They let her stare for another minute while her brain tried to absorb the sight.

Lina walked up to Elain and slipped her arm around her waist. “I actually fainted the first time I saw them shift. This is their largest form. When I saw them for the first time, they’d only shifted into their smallest form,” she said. “It was a shock.”

Elain looked at her in disbelief. “Ya think? That’s like the understatement of the…forever!”

Lina laughed. “I know. Hey, Brodey?”

“Yeah?”

“Original recipe, or crispy?”

He howled with laughter. When he finally composed himself, he snorted out, “Crispy, kiddo. Definitely crispy.”

Elain realized this had to be a joke between them. She waited for the explanation. By the time Lina and Brodey got the story out about how Lina fried Lenny the cockatrice in Yellowstone, Elain was laughing with them and finally getting used to the fact that she was now staring at three dragons.

“It wasn’t funny at the time,” Lina said, “but looking back at it, I can laugh my ass off.”

Brodey sighed. “You know, babe,” he said, slipping his arms around Elain’s waist, “Lina’s the reason I found you.”

“Yeah?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Yep. I’d forgotten it while it happened, but after the fact, I remembered. She told me we’d find you at a Highlands games festival.” He turned her around so he could stare into Elain’s eyes. “She gave me hope. When Lina and I first met, I was in a pretty low place emotionally.”

“After you broke up with Kimberlie?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

“I told furface here to not give up,” Lina said. “That they’d meet you in a few years. And here you are.”

She broke free from Brodey and hugged Lina. “You feel like a sister. I never had a sister before.”

“Ditto. I’m telling you, adopted family is the way to go.” She laughed. “That way you can disown anyone you don’t like, and no one can guilt you about it at family dinners.” She thought for a second. “Well, they can try, but if you’re me, you can threaten to freeze or fry their ass so they think twice before giving you any grief about it.”

* * *

With the worst of Elain’s shock out of her system, Kael, Rick, and Jan took off. Literally. With each one shifted into their largest form, they launched themselves into the air and began soaring on the thermals.

Elain watched with her mouth gaping again. Somehow, it was easier to deal with the truth when the three men…eh, dragons, were sitting on the ground in front of her.

This took her sanity to a whole new level of strained.

“Aren’t they neat?” Lina asked. She lifted one hand to shade her eyes from the afternoon sun. “They love coming here because they can fly in the daytime without worrying about being spotted. Our property isn’t this big, and we’re pretty close to the interstate.”

Elain thought of something. She spoke to Brodey, but still stared up at the sky. “Brodey, do you guys have alternate forms, too?”

“Nope. Just wolves. Dragons are actually an older shifter race than wolves. You ready to try learning how to shift?”

She shook her head as she watched Kael do a lazy cartwheel fifty feet over their heads. “Nope.”

Zack chimed in. “Brodey, I think you need to let her settle into this new reality first before trying to teach her about shifting.”

Elain, still gazing skyward, slowly nodded. “Yep.”

“But it’s easy,” Brodey insisted.

“I don’t care,” Elain said, her eyes never leaving the dragons.

“Brod,” Lina gently said, “give her some time. Seriously. Take my advice.”

Brodey grumbled, but he wrapped his arms around Elain’s waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “I want to be the one to teach you, babe,” he softly said into her ear.

Now Elain understood why this was so important to him. Not so much what he said as what she felt from him, the protectiveness, the desire to be the one to usher her into this new phase of her life.

She turned in his arms and kissed him. “I promise I’ll let you be the one to do it,” she said. “Right now, Lina’s right. I’m too overwhelmed.”

There’s that damn word again.

She looked up as Jan’s shadow gracefully flowed over and past them. “Way too overwhelmed.”

Chapter Seven

Ain didn’t plan on staying long at the barns after lunch. “I need to go talk to Mark,” he said.

Cail frowned. “Why?”

“Seriously? With everything that’s happened, you ask me that?”

Cail shrugged. “What’s there to tell? Besides, what’s he going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. Part of me says we need to cancel the wedding and bug out to Maine for good.”

“You don’t mean that, do you?”

“I don’t know what I mean,” Ain said, running his fingers through his hair. “That’s the problem. Right now, I have no idea what to do. That’s why I want to go talk to Mark.”

“How about talking to me and Brodey?”

“Do you know what we should do?”

Cail stared at him. “Okay, fine. Fuck, you’re right. I have no clue either.”

“Exactly. I want an objective opinion.”

“Fine. Go.”

Ain climbed into his truck and took off. He tried to quiet his mind as he drove. Mark, also a wolf shifter, as well as a distant cousin of theirs, was currently the Clan representative in their area. An unofficial title that meant very little in the grand scheme of things. Several of the local shifters, including Ain, took turns doing the job, but Ain still wanted Mark’s opinion. They’d been friends up in Maine. Mark was one of the reasons they’d chosen to settle in Florida in the first place.

Mark Telford ran a beef production outfit, different from the Lyalls’ breeding stock operation. Mark looked up from his desk when Ain walked into his office. He smiled at first, his pleased expression quickly fading as he sized his friend up.

“Ain, what’s wrong?”

“Can we close the door?”

Mark nodded. Ain closed the office door behind him before taking a seat in front of Mark’s desk. “I don’t know where to start.”

Mark closed the lid on his laptop and sat back in his chair. “Start at the beginning.”

Ain snorted. “That’ll take a couple hundred years.”

“Then give me the short version.”

“I have to warn you, there’s a blood oath involved.”

Mark frowned. “No one does those anymore. Well, except maybe those bugshit-crazy Abernathys.”

He stared at Ain, who didn’t answer. “Oh, shit,” Mark finally said.

“If I tell you, you can’t go ratting us out to the Council. You have to promise.”

Mark leaned back in his chair. “Do you have good reason to go against it?”

Ain nodded. “I haven’t sworn to it. It’s one-sided, and old.”

“Oh, well, that’s different. And if it means giving a big fuck-you to the Abernathys, I’m in. So, what’s up?”

By the time Ain finished catching Mark up an hour later, his friend shook his head in disbelief. “That was the short version? I’d hate to see the unabridged one.”

“I warned you.”

“Yes, you did.” He chewed his lip as he thought. “Have you called Jocko and told him all this yet?”

“Nope. I wanted to get your opinion first. I don’t know what Jocko will do when I tell him. I won’t let Elain go to the Abernathys. None of us will. We’ll fight to the death for her.”

“My honest opinion is that the Abernathys are as crazy as a bunch of rabid Mississippi squirrels.”

“I know that. I meant I wanted your opinion on what to do about the situation.”

Mark shrugged. “I don’t know. Fight for your mate.”

“That’s obvious.”

“Wait for them to bring the fight to you. I don’t know what else to tell you. I’d personally be happy if Rodolfo Abernathy took a long dirt nap, because I strongly believe he’s the only thing holding that group of bozos together at this point.”

“They killed our parents.”

“You don’t know that for sure, Ain.”

“Maybe he didn’t do it personally, but I’m willing to bet he’s at the very least indirectly responsible. It’s a logical assumption.”

“Yes, it is. I don’t think you’re wrong. However, you need proof before you go declaring a grudge against them. I’m not going to tell you to do something that will start a Clan war. That’s just the kind of shit those assholes like. You’re going to have to go talk to Jocko. And Lacey.”

“We are. After the wedding.”

Mark shook his head. “Stuff is spiraling too fast. You have time before the wedding to get up there. I strongly suggest not putting it off. Especially if this guy that Lina and Elain are talking about has figured out who she is and where she is. You need the strength of the Clan behind you on this one. And even then, they might not back you up. You know that. Blood oaths are nothing to fuck around with. Especially with the Abernathys.”

Ain rubbed his face with his hands. “I didn’t need this crap right now.”

“Hey, you’ve got Lina and her guys here. Use them as backup. Take them with you. You’re surrounded by powerful shifters. No one will fuck with Lina and her men.”

“True.”

“You don’t look convinced.”

Ain studied Mark. “Maybe this guy is the same person who killed our parents. Part of me wants revenge, and part of me wants to get Elain as far away from the guy as possible.”

“The ancient conundrum. Either way, you still need to get her up to Lacey so she can tell you what you need to know about Elain.”

Ain let out a sigh. “I know. And I guess that’s the best thing to do.”

“Revenge can wait. It’s waited, what, twenty-seven years now?”

“Yep.”

* * *

Ain returned home later that afternoon to find Elain sitting alone at the kitchen table and apparently in a state of semi-shock, from the stunned look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She slowly looked at him. “Jan and Rick and Kael.”

He waited, but she didn’t continue. “Yes?”

“They’re…dragons.”

He smiled. “Yes.”

“Dragons!”

He nodded. “Yes. I know.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

He smirked. “Yes.”

“Did you understand what I just said?”

He grinned. “Yes, I did.”

She stood and grabbed him by the shirt. “Dragons! As in fire-breathing, flying, scaly dragons!”

“Well, technically I think only Rick is a fire-breathing—”

“You know what I mean!”

He engulfed her hands in his. “Honey,” he calmly said as he stroked the backs of her hands, “remember how you freaked out when we turned into wolves for you the first time?”

“But—” Her mouth snapped shut. “That’s different!”

He smirked. “How?”

“Wolves are real!’

“So are dragons.”

“No, they’re not! They’re make-believe!”

“So are shape-shifters.”

She looked like she was going to reply, then stopped. Her mouth flapped open and closed a couple of times before she let out a frustrated grunt, pulled her hands free from his, and stormed out of the kitchen.

He tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. He knew she’d wrap her mind around it eventually, but it was funny watching her try to do it.

Goddess knows, I need the laugh.

* * *

Elain wanted to slap the amused smirk off Ain’s face. Knowing that wouldn’t go over so well, she stormed out of the kitchen to the lanai, where she plopped down into a lounger. She was staring out at the woods, letting her mind wander and trying to calm herself so she didn’t get into trouble when something caught her eye.

She sat up. Just inside where the trees started, it looked like movement. Like a woman.

Mom and Lina are inside the house. I know it’s not them. Elain stood and walked toward the woods.

The movement, Elain was certain of it now, headed deeper into the shade of the cypress and pine trees growing thick in the wooded area. Sounds faded from Elain’s conscious around her as she focused on following the pale, wispy shape. As she tried to pick up speed, so did the form.

Elain left the trail and wound her way through the ever-denser woods until she reached the edge of a small pond. She knew the form had come this way, but there were no tracks besides her own and those of small animals like raccoons and opossums in the soft dirt leading up to the water’s edge.

“Hello?” she called out.

Only a distant bird’s call replied.

Should I be afraid? Despite all the recent developments, she wasn’t. The form, or whatever it was, didn’t scare her.

A flash of movement to her right set her off after the apparition again, only more quickly this time. As she thought she gained on it, her focus drew in tightly, almost to a pinpoint of awareness. Her legs swiftly and silently carried her through the underbrush, instinct taking over, and she thought she was about to catch up with it when she emerged into one of the pastures.

Ten feet away, a brown cow picked up its head from where it’d been grazing and stared at her.

Elain looked around as her perception of the world once again widened. Nothing around but cows.

The one closest to her mooed.

Despite the warm air, a shiver passed over her. Her pulse raced. “Hello?” she yelled.

The cow walked over to her and nuzzled her chest with wet nose.

“Blech.” Elain stepped away. “No thanks.”

With one last look around, she headed back to the house, this time skirting around the outer perimeter of the wooded area.

Should I tell the guys?

She snorted. Fuck no. They’re already freaked out enough as it is

* * *

Lina locked herself into a bathroom. It was the first time she’d had two minutes to herself to think all day long. Sure enough, Maureen Alexander’s ghost stared back at her from the mirror.

“You really should be showing yourself to Liam or Elain, you know,” Lina said.

“I need your help.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m not sure what else I can do besides what I’m doing.”

The ghost didn’t reply.

Lina sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just I don’t have any answers for you.”

The spirit faded from the mirror.

Lina felt a little guilty about not being able to comfort her, but she had no clue what to do.

Closing her eyes, she wished herself to Baba Yaga’s house. Again, the woman wasn’t there.

“Goddammit,” she grumbled as she walked over to the front door. She threw it open. “Hello?”

No one.

“Where the fuck is she?” Lina wondered aloud. When I don’t need her, it’s like she’s all up in my business giving me fortune cookie advice. When I need her, I can’t find her.

She opened her eyes and pulled out her cell phone and called Callie.

Her friend, and one of Baba Yaga’s two younger sisters, answered on the second ring. “Lina! How’s those little ones doing?”

“Hey, girlfriend. They have me as big as a house. I have a question for you.”

“Sure, shoot.”

“Have you talked to your sister lately?”

“Which one?”

“Baba Yaga.”

There was a moment of silence from Callie’s end. When she spoke again, her tone sounded more than curious. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing serious at this moment, but I have some questions for her and I haven’t been able to find her. I’ve gone to her house twice now and she wasn’t there.”

“Oh. Hmm. Let me see if I can track her down for you. I’ll call you right back.”

“Thanks.”

Lina anxiously waited for Callie’s call. She jumped when her phone rang a couple of minutes later.

“Sorry, Lina. No luck. I don’t know where she’s gotten off to. I hunted down Brighde, and she hasn’t seen her lately either.”

“Doesn’t that worry you?” Lina asked.

“Not really. She’s done this before. It doesn’t mean anything’s wrong. She might just need some alone time or whatever.”

“She lives alone.”

“She’s an… odd woman.”

Lina let out a snort. “Not the word I’d use, but okay.”

“Is it anything I can help you with?”

Lina looked into the mirror. She stood alone in the bathroom although she suspected Maureen’s spirit watched her. “What do you know about ghosts?”

“Ghosts?”

“Yeah.”

Another moment of silence from Callie’s end. “What, exactly, are we talking about? Are we talking evil movie ghosts, TV ghost-hunting ghosts, or what?”

Lina sighed. “One particular ghost.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“I know who. I just don’t know how, although I suspect the why.”

“Is there a reason you’re not telling me more?”

“Yeah, no offense, but it’s not my story to let out of the bag. And it’s something the Lyall men have to deal with. If I tell you and Blackie makes you tell—”

“Ah. Understood.” Callie’s tone had returned to its usual light friendliness. Callie had searched eons to find a man who could be her Master. She’d found that in wolf-shifter and distant Lyall cousin, Daniel Blackestone, whom everyone called Blackie. The downside being she made no bones about the fact that she was not a secret keeper when it came to him. She might be a powerful immortal, but her mate and Master turned her into a puddle of creamy goo.

And that’s the way she wanted it.

When Lina got off the phone she stared at the empty mirror. No visions had come to her to explain Maureen Pardie’s apparition.

No unexpected visits from Baba Yaga.

With a sigh, she left the bathroom. This mystery could wait for another day. She had too much on her plate now as it was.

Chapter Eight

At dinner that night, Ain took a deep breath. He sincerely hoped Elain, who sat next to him on his right, wouldn’t argue with him about this. “I went and talked with Mark Telford today,” he told everyone. “I laid it all out for him. He’s in agreement that we need to go to Maine and talk to Lacey before the wedding. She needs to meet Elain and settle the question about her being a shape-shifter once and for all.”

“We’ll take her,” Lina immediately piped up before her men could react. “I haven’t seen Lacey in a while. I’d love to visit her.”

Elain stared at Ain. “Who is Lacey again?” She thought she’d heard them mention that name before, but with all the recent events, she’d be damned if she could remember who it was.

Ain started to answer. “She’s our Clan’s Seer—”

“Sort of like me, only without the firepower,” Lina quipped. “You’ll like her.”

“Lina,” Ain said, “while we appreciate the offer—”

She gave him a look that silenced him. “Dude, chances are that Fat Boy is keeping an eye on the house. If you three leave, Fat Boy will know something’s up and follow you. She goes with us, chances are no one’s going to realize she’s even gone until we’re safely on our way. It’s safer.”

Brodey nodded. “I have to admit, Ain, that’s a good idea.”

Ain felt the situation rapidly slipping out of his control. “But—”

Cail threw his opinion into the ring. “They’re right. If we leave, anyone watching the place will follow us.” He nodded toward Liam and Carla. “Let them go, too, with Lina and her guys. Elain can lie down in the car and hide until they’re out of town and know no one’s following them.”

Ain didn’t like it. “I don’t want Elain away from us for that long.”

Elain, surprisingly, held her temper in check. “Ain,” she gently said, “I think Jan, Rick, and Kael are more than capable of protecting me, along with Lina. They’re frickin’ dragons.”

“And Liam,” Carla piped up, favoring him with a smile. “We’ll go, too.”

Zack snorted. “Hey, what am I?”

“Eye candy,” Kael quipped without hesitation.

The entire table laughed, breaking the building tension and giving Ain a moment to think about it. He looked at Liam. “You understand my concern, correct? I hope the Clan will rule in our favor on this, but considering it’s a blood oath, they might not.”

He solemnly nodded. “I do. I realize it’s hard to place trust in me considering ye just met me. Believe me when I say I’d die to protect her. We’ll do our best not to reveal any more than necessary to the Clan.”

Elain looked at Ain. “Please?” she quietly asked. “It’s not that I want to be away from you guys, but…” She shrugged. “I would like some time with my mom and dad. And with Lina and them, too. It’s crazy around here. It’d be nice to get to know them better.”

“When we’re up there,” Lina added, “we’ll have Blackie and Callie with us, too. If you don’t think she’s safe with all of us, then she’ll never be safe with just you three.” She leveled her gaze at Ain. “Don’t worry. We will bring her back, safe and sound. I promise you that.”

With the gravity of the situation and suspecting Elain wasn’t grasping the full ramifications if the Abernathys challenged them for her, Ain hated admitting Elain made valid points. “Okay. When do you want to leave?” he asked Lina.

“I’d prefer late tonight or before dawn in the morning. That way it’s easier to see if anyone’s following us. We can put her in Carla’s car with her and Liam and have them drive between our two cars. You can’t get much safer than that.”

“You don’t want to fly?” Ain asked.

All of Lina’s men and Brodey groaned as her expression darkened. “No. Absolutely not. We’re driving.”

Ain guessed he didn’t want to challenge her on that point from both her tone of voice and the way her men and Brodey reacted. “Okay.”

Elain reached out and squeezed his hand, giving him a grateful smile. “Thank you. I know that was hard for you.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “Babe, you have no idea. And if you don’t get back here safe and sound, there’ll be hell to pay.”

* * *

They decided it would be best to take off in the morning. Elain packed before curling up in bed with Cail. Brodey and Ain were out in the living room discussing strategy with Liam and Lina’s men.

“I’m going to miss you, babe,” Cail said.

She snuggled close to his warm body. “I’ll miss you, too. All of you.”

“You realize Brodey will probably jump you the minute you walk in the door when you get home, right?”

She giggled. “Yeah. My sweet little horndog.” She hooked a leg around Cail’s. “I’m glad the three of you are different like that. I don’t think I could handle all three of you acting like Brodey all the time.”

He grinned. “Who says Ain and I won’t be horny as hell by the time you get back?”

She laughed. “I know you will. You know what I mean.”

He rolled on top of her. “And I know a certain woman who will most likely be horny by the time she gets home, too.” He kissed her between her breasts, his lips lightly feathering down her flesh toward her navel.

“Yeah,” she whispered, need suddenly taking over.

She buried her fingers in his hair and tried to urge him to move faster, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time kissing his way first to one breast, where his tongue made slow, wet circles around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He repeated it with her other breast before finally resuming his slow, southerly sojourn.

The stubble on his cheek felt pleasantly rough against her flesh as he kissed his way down between the juncture of her thighs. He met with no resistance when he pressed her thighs apart with his palms.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered before bending down to her pussy. His fingers brushed over her folds. “You’re already wet, baby.” His breath felt hot against her clit.

He pressed one, then two fingers inside her. Moaning, she rocked her hips in time with his movements. When his lips closed around her clit, she nearly came off the bed from how good it felt.

Cail quickly changed position, turning around and swinging a leg over her, settling on top of her with his hard cock dangling over her lips.

She needed no instructions or encouragement. Opening wide, she wrapped her lips around him, shivering when he moaned against her clit, the sensation running through her entire body. His musky scent filled her lungs as his balls brushed against her nose.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered before his tongue swiped down her clit and back up again.

She lost herself in the feelings of his mouth on her clit, his cock in her mouth, the warm heat and weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. It barely registered in her mind when she felt the mattress dip first on one side, then the other. Hands reached between their bodies and found her breasts, strong fingers pulling at her nipples and sending scorching tendrils of pleasure to her clit and back again.

Unable to cry out, she moaned around Cail’s cock as the first orgasm hit her, shaking her to her core. She tried to say no more, but she couldn’t, and he relentlessly sucked on her swollen clit until a second release shot through her. Her back arched, but still held down by Cail’s weight she didn’t go anywhere. As a third finger joined the other two inside her, he found that magic spot inside her cunt and pressed, triggering yet another orgasm.

She screamed, his cock sliding deep into her throat as she eagerly swallowed it. Her nose was buried between his balls as she felt his cock harden before spurts of hot juices filled her mouth. Swallowing as fast as she could, she moaned as his balls tightened and one last load emptied into her throat.

Only then did he rise up on shaky arms and legs with a final, gentle kiss on her clit. Gasping for breath, she managed to look to either side and saw Brodey and Ain with nearly identical grins on their faces. The source of the hands, each still had a breast cupped in their palms.

“That,” Ain said, his voice low and pleasantly growly, “was gorgeous.” He pulled her up and to him and kissed her, roughly, possessively, his need glowing hot in his fiery gaze. He scooched back on the bed and buried his hands in her hair. With his legs spread he guided her down to where his rigid cock stood straight up, twitching in eager excitement.

She needed no further encouragement. She pounced on him, wrapping one hand around the base and another around his balls. He laughed at her soft, growling sounds as she swallowed him to the hilt.

“That’s my girl,” he said.

Brodey grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. “This is where I want you, babe,” he said. Two fingers parted her lips, sinking deep into her wet pussy. “Oh, yeah. You’re way more than ready.”

He knelt between her legs. She wiggled her hips at him as she felt the engorged head of his cock press for entrance, then sink home.

An involuntary moan of pleasure rolled from deep within her. She wanted him to fuck her. Hard.

He lightly smacked her ass. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Beyond words, mental or spoken, she softly mewed around Ain’s cock.

“I think that’s a yes,” Ain said, his grip on her head tightening.

The possessive gesture sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her, and Brodey felt it.

“Oh, yeah. She liked that,” Brodey said. His fingers pleasantly dug into her hips as he withdrew until just the head of his cock was still buried inside her. Then he shot forward again, slamming deep inside her, his balls brushing against her clit from the movement.

She moaned again, triggering another, deeper moan from Ain.

“Fuck, yeah. Do that again,” he told Brodey.

“My pleasure,” he grunted, now slamming into her, only his hands on her hips keeping her head from ramming into Ain’s stomach.

Elain gave up all conscious thought. The pleasant ache of Brodey’s cock bottoming out inside her, combined with the possessive grip Ain had on her head, finished her off. Another orgasm rushed through her. She moaned around Ain’s cock and felt his balls tighten in her hand.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Let him fuck you good, baby. Just suck on my cock.”

She wasn’t about to argue with that logic. Her cunt tightened around Brodey’s cock as another orgasm pulsed through her. She’d be pleasantly sore in the morning and enjoy every second of it.

Brodey slapped her ass again, just a little sting only intensifying the pleasure rolling through her as she sucked harder on Ain’s cock.

His fingers dug into her scalp. “Take it deep, baby,” he grunted before she felt his cock grow hot and hard, then empty into her ready mouth.

With soft growls of pleasure, she swallowed every mouthful, wanting every drop she could suck from him. He finally had to pull her off his cock with a gentle laugh when she refused to let go.

And still pleasure assaulted her from Brodey’s hard fucking. Smaller releases echoed and rebounded through her as he held back, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. She tried to help, fucking her body backward onto his cock, but Cail grabbed her hair.

“Fuck, that’s sexy, babe.” His tone had turned deep and growly, and he guided her mouth back to his cock, which had grown hard again from watching.

She threw her arms around his hips for balance and wrapped her lips around his girth. She didn’t have to do anything but let him fuck her mouth as the brothers seesawed her body between them.

She closed her eyes and moaned with yet another orgasm. She felt caught in a sexy cycle she couldn’t escape if she wanted to, her body responding to every move they made.

Ain reached under her and found her clit. He feathered his lips along her shoulder. Then he said, “Come for us, baby.” He bit down at the same time he pinched her clit, hard.

She screamed, pain and pleasure turning into a volatile mix that robbed her body of strength. Her nails dug into Cail’s ass as she tried not to bite down on his cock. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge, too. Brodey, not wanting to be left behind, picked up the pace.

“Fuck!” he cried out as his cock exploded inside her. She felt hot streams of his cum filling her before he collapsed on top of her.

She tried to catch her breath. She didn’t want to move. She felt too good and too wonderfully sore at the same time.

Brodey was the first to carefully untangle himself from her before Cail and Ain helped her roll over onto her back.

“Are you okay?” Ain asked, concern on his face.

In disbelief she stared at him before she broke out laughing.

Cail smiled. “I think that’s a yes.”

She giggled as she buried her face in Ain’s lap and nodded. She was almost asleep by the time he’d repositioned himself with her cradled in his arms.

He kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, baby.”

“Mmmm,” she softly moaned as sleep took her.

Chapter Nine

Elain awoke nearly half an hour before the alarm went off at four thirty the next morning. As expected, the previous night’s gymnastics left her slightly achy and bruised, but she wasn’t complaining in the least. She quickly grabbed a shower and dressed and started a pot of coffee while waiting for the others to wake up. She wasn’t looking forward to spending several days away from her men, but she was looking forward to getting to know Lina and her gang.

And her father.

Now that the initial shock of recent revelations was starting to wear off a little, she wouldn’t deny excitement had started creeping in. A chance to not only have new friends and adopted family, but she now had her dad and her mom together in the same place for the first time in her life.

Jesus, I’m a wreck. She fought the urge to burst out laughing, sure everyone else would think she’d gone crazy.

Maybe I have.

For the first leg of the journey, Elain would ride with Carla and Liam. Until they got out of Arcadia, at least, both Elain and Liam would stay out of sight on the backseat. Kael and Zack would leave first, followed by Carla a few minutes later, and then Lina and her men. They would rendezvous outside of Arcadia and proceed to the interstate once they were sure no one had followed them.

Elain hugged and kissed her men before she and Liam crept outside under the cover of darkness and climbed into the backseat of Carla’s rental car. Everything went according to their plan, and they soon hit I-75, certain no one had followed them. When they stopped at the Dade City exit for gas and a bathroom stop for Lina, it was barely daylight.

When they were preparing to load up, Lina snagged Elain’s arm. “Come ride with us for a while. Please? Otherwise, I’m liable to fry these two chumps out of sheer aggravation.”

“Hey,” Jan protested. “What’d we do?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Lina shot back. “It’s just that you’re men and I’m hormonal and it’s your fault I’m as big as a house.”

Carla smiled. “It’s all right, honey. Your father and I don’t mind.”

Elain didn’t miss the pleased glance Carla gave Liam.

When they were back on the road, Elain confronted Lina. “Fess up.”

Lina smiled. “They need alone time. No better bonding time than on a road trip.”

“Is this part of your visions? Did you see something?”

Lina laughed. “No, this was just plain old intuition combined with seriously needing some estrogen backup against these two.” She poked her two men in the shoulders over their seats.

Rick, who was driving, protested. “Hey! That’s not fair. What’d I do?”

“You were born with a penis, that’s what,” Lina shot back.

Elain laughed, but she saw through Lina’s false gruffness. She truly loved her men. “So what can I expect when we get to Maine?” Elain asked.

“You’ll love Lacey,” Lina said. “She’s a real sweetheart. She’s like a grandmother.”

“And she makes wicked-good banana nut bread,” Rick said.

“Yeah, there is that,” Lina agreed. “She’s a damn good cook.”

“I think I gained five pounds during our last visit,” Jan said.

Elain sipped at her coffee to buy her a few minutes. “Have you seen anything happening between my mom and dad with your visions?”

Lina shook her head. “Nothing yet. Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“Oh.”

Lina laid a hand over Elain’s. Elain immediately felt a wave of tender concern from Lina. “I wish I could give you an answer about that.”

“He’s got the hots for her,” Jan said.

“What?” Elain asked.

Rick nodded. “From what I could see with my own two male eyes,” he said with a glance in the rearview mirror at Lina, “he really likes her.”

“You think so?”

“Elain, please don’t get your hopes up,” Lina said. “Let nature run its course. I know it’s natural to want them to end up together, but don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t happen.”

“Will Lacey be able to tell me anything?”

Lina shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll have to ask her if she’s had any visions. We’ll be there in a couple of days. Try to enjoy the trip.” She offered up a playful smile. “Admit it, you were jealous when I first walked in and hugged Brodey, weren’t you?”

Why lie? “Yeah. It was like this instinctive wave washed over me. Sorry.”

Lina laughed. “No problem. I would have done the same thing, probably. But seriously, are we okay?”

Elain smiled. “Absolutely. For the first time since I met the guys, I feel like I have a girlfriend I can talk to about all of this.”

“I know what you mean. I have friends, but I can’t talk to any of them about the unusual stuff, you know? I actually lost a couple of friends when they realized I was with both Jan and Rick.”

Elain hadn’t even thought that far ahead in the equation. Not that she had that many friends to worry about. Acquaintances, sure. Coworkers? Lots.

Well, former coworkers.

What Elain hadn’t counted on was not missing work. She had been convinced she would be bored silly and ready to beg Ain to let her get a job by this point.

She wasn’t.

Sure, she’d miss her men over the next couple of days, but the adventure of having her parents and new friends keeping her company, as well as meeting new people, overshadowed that.

The thought of going back to work now was a nearly alien thought. Not that she wanted to lay about, either.

Children…

No, she didn’t need to think about children right now. She needed to think about getting through this new batch of bullshit and the wedding before thinking about starting a family.

Jan and Rick might as well not have been in the car for all the attention Lina and Elain paid them as they bounced from one topic of conversation to the next. By the time they stopped for their next bathroom break, Elain knew she and Lina would likely be friends for life.

Feeling a little guilty that she’d abandoned her mom, Elain walked over to her car as she and Liam got out. “How are you guys doing?” Elain asked.

Carla smiled. “We’re fine, honey. Enjoy your time with Lina.” Elain didn’t miss how Carla glanced at Liam. “Your father and I are talking.”

Elain and Lina spent the next leg of the journey riding with Kael and Zack. Elain quickly discovered she liked both men. By the time they called it a day, they’d made it to Virginia. After agreeing upon a place for dinner, they found a hotel. Elain roomed with her parents, sharing a bed with her mom.

As she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, she couldn’t help the smile on her face.

* * *

Marston felt nervous. He’d intended to get closer to the Lyall house, but despite getting there early in the morning, it seemed he’d missed his opportunity. He parked on the road outside their driveway and, using a pair of binoculars, studied the yard again. Three of the cars that had been there yesterday were now gone. And he knew from observation that two of them had belonged to the dragons.

Damn.

Something had happened, but he wasn’t sure what.

He drove back down the road and parked near a convenience store anyone leaving the Lyalls’ had to pass to get into Arcadia. After several hours and spotting no one, he drove past the Lyalls’ property again.

The cars were still gone.

He knew Micah Donovan was holed up there with his new mate. Donovan’s truck hadn’t moved from where it’d been parked for several days. And that was a wolf he didn’t want to mess with any more than he wanted to tangle with the Lyalls.

He followed one of the Lyalls to town when he left the house to run errands. To the feed store, hardware store, groceries. No sign of the Pardie bitch.

Later that afternoon, another of the brothers, he couldn’t tell them apart from a distance, drove into Arcadia and went to a plumbing supply store. Again, no sign of their mate.

He strongly suspected she’d left the property with the dragons. Unfortunately, he had no idea where they went.

Returning to his hotel room, he knew he had to rework his plan, quickly, before Abernathy started crawling down his neck for results.

Chapter Ten

The next day, they all got up and moving and headed out, eager to be on the road. They made good time, stopping only for food, gas, and bathroom breaks for Lina. When they stopped that night for dinner and hotel rooms, Lina called Lacey and told her they would see her the next day.

They awoke early the next morning, ate, and got moving as quickly as possible without wasting any time. Elain nervously looked forward to meeting the Seer. Lina had told her their last visit had been nearly a year earlier, although they talked by phone almost every week.

Elain had never been to Maine before. From listening to her men talk about it, she wasn’t sure what to expect. The Clan compound was more a small, rural town area than an armed fortress. The entire area, while on the coast, was also heavily wooded. Elain and Lina rode with Carla and Liam for the last leg of the journey.

“Not much has changed,” Liam softly said from the front passenger seat as he stared out at the passing landscape.

“How long has it been since you’ve been here?” Lina asked him.

He turned to look at them from the front seat. He wore a sad smile. “Too many years. I used to have several friends in this Clan. I wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t want anything to do with me now.”

Lina patted him on the shoulder. “You’d be surprised. Don’t count them out.”

“Do you know Lacey?” Elain asked him.

“Not as well as her own Clan. I’ve met her a couple of times at Gatherings. Not sure if she’ll remember me or not.”

Lacey lived on a rural country lane in an old wood-and-stone cottage fronted by a white picket fence. In the front yard, beds of late summer flowers were still holding their own against the arrival of autumn. Large pots of flowers and herbs dotted the front porch.

As they parked their cars, the front door opened. A large, shaggy black dog bounded out the door and down the front steps, followed by an older woman Elain assumed was Lacey. When they got out, the dog made the rounds of the newcomers, his tail fiercely wagging his whole rear end.

Lacey walked down to meet them and gave Lina a hug first. “Hello, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too,” Lina said. “Who’s this?” She reached down to pet the dog. It stood nearly as high as her waist.

“That’s Jasper. He seems to have adopted me. He showed up one night a couple of months ago after a storm. No one claimed him, so he’s mine. The vet says he thinks he’s part Bernese mountain dog.”

“Is he also part moose?” Zack asked as the dog nosed him in the crotch, leaving a large drool mark behind on his jeans.

Lacey laughed. “He might be. He does have a habit of using people and furniture as napkins.”

Lina grabbed Elain’s arm and pulled her up next to her. “Lacey, this is Elain Pardie.”

Lacey smiled. “Hello, dear. It’s nice to finally meet you. I had a nice chat with Aindreas last night on the phone.” She opened her arms and Elain gave her a hug.

Elain immediately felt enveloped by a warm, friendly welcoming feeling. “Thank you,” Elain said, reluctant to step back. “This is my mom, Carla Taylor. And my dad, Liam Pardie.”

Lacey hugged Carla. “Very nice to meet you. I guess this has all been quite the shock for you.”

Carla laughed. “You could say that.”

Liam stepped up. “Hello, Lacey.”

She smiled warmly as she took his hand in hers. “Hello, Liam. It’s been a very long time. How have you been?”

“I’m a lot better now.” He glanced at Elain and Carla.

“I would imagine so. You’ve been away for so many years.”

“Did I do the right thing?”

Lacey shrugged. “That isn’t up to me to say. Your daughter is happy and healthy and you will all find healing. It wasn’t your decision alone. Maureen knew what had to be done to keep Elain safe.” She pulled him in for a hug. “Let your past heal and focus on the present and what is before you. Or, should I say, who is before you.” When she stepped back, she looked at everyone. “I called Daniel and Callie. They’ll be here soon. They’re looking forward to seeing you all, and meeting Elain and her parents.”

Parents. That was a term Elain was still trying to come to terms with after so many years of only having a mom.

“Well, I hope you all are hungry,” Lacey said. “I’ve got lunch waiting for you.” She smiled at Elain. “I’d rather fill our stomachs first before we do our talking.”

* * *

Daniel and Callie Blackestone appeared to be a very nice couple. Callie seemed like a normal woman, not an immortal one. Lina greeted them both with big hugs and introduced Elain first.

Daniel, also called Blackie, smiled as he shook Elain’s hand. “You able to keep Brodey in line? I know he’s a handful.”

Elain laughed. “I do okay.”

When she hugged Callie, she felt a wave of friendliness tinged by something she couldn’t decipher from her. Perhaps a deep sadness? It disappeared when their embrace ended.

“Nice to meet you,” Callie said with a smile.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Callie grinned. “Don’t believe all of it. Only most of it.”

Lacey had prepared a simple but delicious lunch of ham with sandwich fixings, potato salad, and some of her famous banana nut bread. Elain felt at home with the Seer. While she missed her men, she couldn’t help but relax in the midst of her newfound “family.”

Callie, Carla, and Elain insisted on helping Lacey clean up, but they shooed Lina back into the living room with the men. It didn’t take long. Once they’d finished, Lacey dried her hands on a dish towel and reached for a leash hanging beside her back door. “Lina, are you up for a walk, dear?”

She heaved herself, with Rick and Jan’s help, up and off the couch. “Yo!” She waddled over to the back door. “Are we going where I think we’re going?”

Lacey smiled as she clipped the leash to Jasper’s collar. “Yes. Elain, I’d like you to join us. Not to be rude,” she said to the rest of them, “but I hope you all understand that I need to talk to them alone.”

“No problem,” Callie said with a smile. “Actually, I think we need to get going.”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got some work to do.” They bid everyone good-bye.

“Ready, girls?” Lacey asked.

Lina’s men nervously looked at each other. “Um, as long as you’re sure it’s safe,” Jan said. “We don’t need the Lyall men killing us for letting something happen to her.”

Lina jammed her fist against where she assumed her hip was supposed to be, although with her pregnancy belly it was hard to be sure. “Honestly? Do you think we have anything to worry about?”

Jan quickly shook his head and took a step back. “No, sorry, lovely. Of course not.”

Lina let out an amused snort and hooked her arm through Elain’s. “Come on, girlfriend. We want to show you something.”

Out on the porch, Lacey took Elain’s other arm. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.” Jasper led the way, not pulling but definitely eager to get going. The path led through Lacey’s garden, which was lushly blooming with the last of her late-summer flowers and herbs. A sundial sat on a pad of paving stones. Past the garden, the path gave way into a needle-strewn path through the forest.

“Ain and the guys said you could tell me if I’m a shape-shifter like them.”

Lacey nodded. “Yes, I can.”

Elain tried to hold in her nervous irritation. “Am I?”

“Are you what, dear?”

“Am I a shape-shifter like my guys?”

“No.”

Relief threatened to overwhelm her. “Oh, thank God! That would have been too much extra wackiness I don’t need right now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think you misunderstood me. You are a shape-shifter, but you’re not a shape-shifter like your men.”

Elain stopped. “What?”

Both Lina and Lacey urged her forward. “Keep walking, chica,” Lina joked. “We haven’t finished frying your brain yet.”

“But…but you said I wasn’t a shape-shifter!” She really, really wanted to hold on to that little nugget.

Lacey kindly laughed. “I’m sorry, dear. That was a poor choice of words on my part. You are a shape-shifter. You’re just not like your men.”

“So what am I? Are you going to tell me I’m a raccoon or something?”

Lina snickered. “I’d pay money to see that.”

“Not helping!” Elain screeched.

Lacey patted Elain’s arm. “Calm down, Elain. You are a wolf shifter. But you are not just like your men. Your men are Alphas, yes. As are you.”

The longer Lacey talked, the more Elain watched her hopes for any semblance of a normal life go up in a puff of despair.

“But you are far more than your men,” the old Seer continued. As they walked, Elain felt the path descend. The woods around them had thinned, and Elain distinctly smelled cold, salt water nearby.

“Is there some sort of cure for this?” Elain grumbled. “Some way to un-wolf me?”

Lacey smiled. “No, dear. Believe me, once you wrap your mind around everything, you won’t want to let go of your new life.”

“Can I tell her?” Lina asked.

Lacey laughed. “If you must, Lina.”

Lina squeezed Elain’s hand. “You know how we talked about my Seer gig?”

“Yeah?”

Lina grinned. “Guess what? You’ve joined our club.”

Elain stopped short, her feet planted firmly enough Lina and Lacey both had to stop, too, or let go of her arms. “Say what the fuck?”

“You’re a Seer, like me,” Lina said. “Well, not exactly like me. I’ve got all the Goddess crap and found out about that first before the Seer shit. But you were born to the office, as it were.”

“But…but I don’t have visions or dreams or whatever they are like you do.” Then she remembered the visions she had about her and her men and children.

She shoved that memory out of her head. She already had too much to deal with.

“You don’t have to,” Lacey said. “That will come as your power develops. Have you noticed lately that you seem to be able to read other people’s emotions?”

Elain started to say hell no then stopped.

Kimberlie, that day at the restaurant, when Elain went to have a talk with her about Brodey. She’d felt the other woman’s sadness.

Lina, when they first met at the house, and several times since then. Not too long ago, when she met Lacey.

And her own men, and others…

Elain let go of the other two women and plopped down in the middle of the path, her head in her hands. “Fuck!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Jasper, apparently worried about her outburst, nosed in close and whined, his tail slowly wagging in a sign of uncertainty.

The two women stood there, quietly watching Elain pitch an epic temper tantrum worthy of the most cantankerous three-year-old. Then, she stopped screaming and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out again. She let out a hoarse laugh as Jasper pawed at her and whined again. She petted him, laughing again when he licked her cheek.

“Feel better?” Lina asked.

“Not really.” Elain climbed to her feet after giving Jasper one last pat. “But at least I got that out of my system. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.”

“Now don’t you wish you could make a tree explode?” Lina asked with a playful smile.

Elain nodded. “I’ll admit it sounds like a handy talent.”

* * *

They reached the rocky overlook at the shoreline a few minutes later. Elain had her doubts about either the aged or the uber-pregnant Seer being able to make it down the steep, rocky path leading to the shore, but both women, apparently well familiar with the trail, forged on ahead without hesitation. Lacey unsnapped Jasper’s leash, and he ran down first. Once on the trail, Elain realized it looked much more treacherous than it was. Within minutes, they were down at the secluded beach area. Jasper happily barked as he ran around, staying just clear of the water and bringing them small driftwood branches to throw for him.

Elain stared out over the water. “This is beautiful.”

“That’s what I thought the first time I saw it,” Lina said. She grabbed Elain’s arm again. “Come on. Over to the thinking rock.”

Lina groused a little when she realized she needed an extra boost from Elain to clamber up onto the large, flat-topped rock, but once all three women were seated and staring out over the water, Elain took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Around her the gentle sound of the breeze and waves breaking on the shore filled the air. The occasional caw of a seagull, apparently a creature as ubiquitous here as on Florida beaches, punctuated the air. After a few minutes, Jasper settled down and clambered up onto the rock with them where he settled between Elain and Lacey. He laid his head on Lacey’s leg and promptly went to sleep.

“This is nice,” Elain whispered. For the first time since her mom’s arrival in Florida just days earlier, she felt a sense of peace descend upon her.

Hell, it was the most peaceful she’d felt since before Brodey and Cail took her to lunch in Venice a couple of months earlier and had her for dessert in the parking lot, which started her wild ride, headfirst, down the waterslide to hell.

“You’re always welcomed here, Elain,” Lacey said. “Even if I’m not home, feel free to come down here.”

“So what are we doing here?” Elain asked. “Please don’t tell me we’re going to hold hands and break out into rounds of ‘Kum Ba Yah.’ That’s really not my thing.”

Lina snorted. “No, I’m more a Black Sabbath kind of girl.”

“I feel like I’m on a crazy train, that’s for freaking sure,” Elain snarked. “Totally off the rails.”

Lacey laughed. “For one thing, that was Ozzy, not Black Sabbath. For another, we’re not singing. We’re here to talk.”

That took Elain aback. “I’m freaking impressed, lady. You don’t look like a rocker chick.”

“You live as long as I do, you get tired of the same old shit.” Lacey let out a sigh. “Let’s get down to business, ladies.”

Elain laughed. “Aw, I wanted to see Lina blow up a tree.”

“I’m here all week,” Lina added. “Try the veal.”

Lacey shook her head. “You two should have been born sisters.”

“No, then we’d probably hate each other,” Lina said.

“True,” Lacey nodded. “The family we choose is sometimes far better than the family chosen for us by Fate.”

“I still don’t know what all this means,” Elain said. “I’m a Seer? What does that even mean?”

“The wheel is constantly turning,” Lacey explained. “I still have many years left in me, but I will not live forever. As your powers grow, and you learn how to use them, you will one day take over for me.”

Elain stared at her for a moment before flopping back on the rock and staring up at the sky. “Can I just kill myself and put myself out of my misery?”

“Aaaand we’ve reached the kill-me-now phase of our fun,” Lina quipped.

“No, seriously,” Elain said. “What am I supposed to do with this new information?”

“Nothing,” Lacey said. “There’s nothing you’re ‘supposed’ to do with it.”

She stared at the woman for a moment. “Say again?”

“All we’re here to do today is tell you what we know. As Lina can tell you, her experiences are different than mine. I was friends with Bertholde, Lina’s predecessor. How Bertholde experienced her abilities was different than how I did. And different than how Lina does. No two Seers are alike. All we can do is offer our counsel to our Clans. Lina was a crucial key to bringing the wolves and dragons together. Her Clan’s prophecies were key in bringing us to the point we’ve now reached. What we must do is close our ranks and protect ourselves from those who would destroy us.”

“Those chicken dudes?” Elain asked.

Lina laughed. “Cockatrice. And yes, those dudes.”

Elain had to ask. “What’s up with this whole blood oath thing? Do those asshats honestly think they have some claim on me?”

Lacey frowned. “The Abernathy Clan has been…avoided for a long time now. They were troublemakers back in the old times. They started, and lost, several Clan wars. To the point their ranks were eviscerated of Alphas. They closed themselves off and required extravagant dowries of money, and blood oaths for children, to allow people to mate into and out of their Clan.”

Elain tried to absorb that. She sat up again. “That makes absolutely no sense. What about finding a One?”

Lacey shrugged. “They could care less about that. Rodolfo Abernathy, as long as there is still breath in his hide, rules his Clan with an iron fist. It is said he killed one of his own sons and one of that son’s sons because they disappointed him. He is an Alpha. One of the very few left in his Clan.”

“He doesn’t realize there’s no fucking way I’ll go with him? Much less that the guys won’t let it happen? I triple dog dare the fucker to try to take me.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t hesitate to resort to abduction.”

“That’s illegal!” Elain said.

“Unfortunately, he doesn’t care about the law,” Lacey responded.

“He’d have to fucking kill me. This guy isn’t dealing with reality. I’m sorry, I’m no lawyer, but I’m pretty damn sure blood oaths aren’t legally recognized contracts in this country.”

“And that is why Charles and Ellie did what they could to help shifters. I dare say at least half, if not more, of the people they helped were trying to escape from the Abernathys. Rodolfo Abernathy isn’t interested in right or wrong, only in keeping his Clan under his paw and guaranteeing his line survives.”

“And that’s why Charles and Ellie were killed?” Elaine asked. “Because they helped people escape him?”

“I’m sure that’s part of it, although there is no concrete proof. There are others who have taken their place. They aren’t openly talked about, needless to say.”

“I have proof,” Lina said. “I saw the fucker who killed them. Fat Boy.”

“Mr. Creepy?” Elain asked.

Lina nodded. “One and the same. And since he did it after Liam met with them, my guess is he’s after you.”

“Ain seemed pretty insistent on trying to keep this whole thing hush-hush from the Clan bigwigs,” Elain said. “Like he’s afraid the Clan will actually hand me over.”

“You have to understand something,” Lacey said. “We don’t want another Clan war. Anything that draws outside attention to our affairs puts us all at risk. Rodolfo Abernathy knows that. He’s willing to risk it.”

“So you’re saying she not only has to worry about those asshats, but asshats from her own Clan?” Lina asked incredulously. “I can’t believe Ain and the guys would agree to that.”

“No. To keep the peace, the Clan Council would agree to uphold the oath.” The old Seer slyly smiled. “Who’s to say you wouldn’t disappear without a trace, however?”

Elain followed her train of thought. “And then the Abernathy asshats couldn’t complain I wasn’t handed over, and the onus is on them.”

Lacey touched her nose.

“Sooo,” Elain slowly said, “what you’re saying is that I shouldn’t worry?”

“Oh, I’d worry,” Lacey said. “They’re bug-nuts crazy. However, what happens in public isn’t the same as what will happen behind the scenes.”

“Why doesn’t someone just fry Rodolfo’s nuts and get it over with?” Lina asked as she examined her fingernails. “I’d be happy to oblige.” She waved her hand in the air. “Ooh, pick me, pick me!”

“And perhaps that’s what should happen,” Lacey said. “I haven’t seen his future. I haven’t seen anything about him in a few centuries, to be quite honest.”

“Do you know their Seer?” Elain asked.

Lacy shook her head. “They haven’t had a Seer in over two hundred years. He killed the last one because she dared tell him the truth.”

“Killed her?” both younger women asked together.

Elain felt the wave of sadness from Lacey. “Yes,” the older woman quietly said. “He couldn’t take hearing the truth. He saw her as a threat to his leadership.” Her eyes looked bright, like she was close to tears. “She was my cousin. We were as close as sisters. Once again, we have no concrete proof it was him, but from what she told me before she died, I’m sure of his involvement. Without reservation.”

Her expression hardened. “Several of the people Charles and Ellie helped escape were Abernathy Seers. They relocated to other Clans. A few to other shifter races entirely. They were rightfully so afraid of Rodolfo Abernathy that they willingly exiled themselves completely from their own kind.”

Lina snorted. “He sounds like a special kind of fucktard.” She put one hand to her eyes, with the other stretched out before her, and feigned a vision. “I foresee him exploding in a blaze of barbecued wolf if he fucks with my BFF, Elain, or any of her Clan.”

Lacey laughed. “You’d probably be carried around on more than a few shoulders and celebrated as a hero.”

“Ya think?” Lina asked. “If he’s as bad as you say, sounds like I could take a few bids to off the bastard.”

“So what about this Code of the Ancients Ain keeps mentioning?” Elain asked. “What the hell is it?”

Lacey shrugged. “It’s a set of guidelines that the honorable wolves stick to. An Alpha rules, protects, and cares for their pack. An Alpha’s mate submits to their Alpha. An Alpha must love, protect, and cherish their mate, do anything in their power to keep the mate happy. No wolf will ever take the mate of another. There are some others, but those are the most important ones.”

“And what happens,” Elain asked, “if a wolf doesn’t abide by the Code?”

“Well, for starters, they’re shunned by their Clan. Which might not sound like much, but it was a huge deal back in olden days when wolves had to band together for protection and survival. A lone wolf shunned by others was liable to be killed.”

“So what happens now?” Lina asked. “Are they, like, added to the ‘straight to voice mail’ list on people’s phones?”

Lacey smiled. “No, it’s a little more complicated than that. Remember, wolves and other shifters normally have much longer life spans than humans. They usually have complex social networks of family and friends. Allies. To suddenly be cut off from that might not seem like a lot, but to a wolf, it’s everything.”

“Well, that settles everything,” Elain said. “I’m mated to the guys. Abernathy’s fucked.” She grinned. “Not a damn thing he can do about it.”

Lacey tipped her head. “Eh, not exactly. One of the Codes is that existing blood oaths will be honored. And since Maureen was of our Clan, that has to be honored. No one makes blood oaths anymore for just this reason. But back then, it was the only way to prevent a Clan war.”

“I reeeally want to take this fucker out,” Lina said with a growl.

Elain gave her a fist bump.

* * *

Elain lost track of time while they talked. She finally had not just one, but two women she could open up to and unburden herself about everything she’d been through in the past several weeks. In turn, Lina and Lacey had done their best to pass on as much knowledge as they could about what being a Seer entailed. They’d even tried to contact Baba Yaga, but the woman was apparently out of the office, much to Lina’s irritation.

“Just like that damn woman,” Lina groused. “I don’t need her, she’s in my damn face. When I want to talk to her, she’s not home. She needs a damn cell phone.”

“Oh,” Lacey said, “she hates those things.”

“What about Callie?” Elain asked. “Didn’t you say she’s her sister?”

Lacey shook her head. “She doesn’t have any more sway over her sister than we do.”

“What’s going on with her?” Elain asked.

Lina frowned, but Lacey seemed to know what she was talking about. “I talked to Daniel the other day, and this is to be kept amongst us three, by the way. He says she’s having nightmares every night, but she doesn’t remember them.” She leveled her gaze at Elain. “What did you feel?”

Elain shrugged. “She was friendly. Nice. But it’s like there was something sad there, too.”

Lacey looked at Lina. “Did you sense anything?”

Lina frowned. “No. That bothers me, too.”

“Don’t let it. Whatever it is, if it has any bearing on future events, it will become apparent in its own time. It’s nothing to worry our Clan about.”

Elain raised her hand. “Okay, I have another question. What’s the difference between a pack and a Clan? I keep hearing those two terms.”

“With the wolves,” Lacey said, “it’s just a difference of smaller and larger. We have a Clan Council, that’s like the governing body of our whole extended family. A pack would be closer-knit family. Like you and your men. Perhaps even Micah and his mate, depending on how close Aindreas is to his cousin. It could include even more extended family than that, depending on how close the relatives are.”

The sun had crossed a fairly good portion of the sky by the time they finished talking, and Lina had made several trips back and forth across the beach area to go “water the dirt,” as she termed it, behind another large boulder.

As they started toward the path leading from the beach, Jasper prancing behind them, Elain asked, “So what do I tell the guys?”

“I don’t understand the question,” Lacey said.

“They’re going to want to know about all this…stuff,” Elain said. “What do I tell them?”

“As much or as little as you want. There’s no reason to hide any of this from your mates.”

“So I just wait to start seeing stuff?”

Lacey smiled. “That’s about all you can do.”

“What about the shifting stuff? I don’t even know how I did it the other time. It just happened. If it even happened. I’m still not sure it did, because no one saw me do it.”

“What does your gut tell you?”

She thought about it. “I don’t know. Maybe I did.”

“Don’t fret it. You’ll figure it out when you’re ready.” She smiled. “Perhaps let your Brodey chase you again. He is, of all his brothers, the most in tune with his wolf nature.”

Elain had one more question, which she saved until they reached the top of the outcropping and Lacey had snapped Jasper’s leash back on his collar. “My mom and dad,” she quietly said. “Did either of you see anything about them? You know…their future?”

Lina and Lacey exchanged a look. “I haven’t,” Lina said. “But if I do, I promise I’ll tell you.”

“Good or bad?” Elain asked.

Lina hugged her. “Good or bad. I promise.”

Lacey nodded. “As will I. Like Lina, I haven’t seen anything. But I will tell you.”

Liam appeared to be the only one who hadn’t attempted to pace a groove in Lacey’s hardwood floors by the time the three women returned. Lina’s men and Elain’s mom all bore nearly identical expressions of relief when Lina, Lacey, and Elain returned. Lacey let Jasper off his leash. After a quick drink, he promptly splayed himself on the kitchen floor and went to sleep.

“I know how he feels,” Elain said. “My brain’s fried.”

Carla gave her a hug. “Everything okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, as okay as it can be, I guess. I have a feeling there’s some crazy stuff ahead.”

“That’s an understatement,” Lina snarked as she heavily dropped to the couch. “But don’t worry. We’ve got your back.”

Lacey insisted they stay for dinner. After the dishes were once again done, she looked at the time. “I’m not trying to rush you out, but I suggest you all get back to your hotel and get a good night’s sleep so you can get an early start in the morning.”

“Why?” Elain asked.

Lacey smiled. “Because Jocko’s plane gets in around seven in the morning, and if you’re not here when he returns, why I guess he just can’t do anything about it, can he?”

Lina smiled. “You sent him on a wild-goose chase, didn’t you?”

“Who, me?” Lacey feigned innocence. “I simply suggested it was a good time for him to take a few days off and go on vacation. I didn’t tell him why, and he didn’t ask. He’s known me long enough to know that when I give him a suggestion like that, it usually simplifies his life in the long run, and he’s learned not to question me about it.”

“You sly fox,” Zack said with a laugh.

“That’s sly wolf, Zachary,” Lacey playfully corrected him. “Believe me, I’ve learned more than my fair share in my long life. So has Jocko.” Her expression grew serious. “I mean it. Get an early start. Rodolfo and his men will find out about your arrival later tomorrow. As long as you’re gone early, you won’t have any problems.”

Jan and Rick helped Lina up and off the couch. “Then I suggest we head on out,” she said. They all hugged Lacey and said good-bye before piling into their cars.

* * *

When they reached the hotel a little while later, Elain stepped outside to talk to Ain on the phone.

“Everything go okay with Lacey?”

She heard the nervous tone in his voice.

“I’m fine. Except at full moons.”

“Why? What happens?”

“Apparently then I’ll turn into a pink badger.”

A moment of silence from his end. Finally, he spoke. “Okay, you got me. What’d she say?”

Elain giggled. “Come on, I had you going.”

“Yes, I said you did. Now what did she say?”

Elain sighed. “I am a shifter. An Alpha wolf shifter. But that’s not all.”

“Do you also turn into a bunny?”

She snorted. “Very funny. I’m serious.” She took a deep breath. “I’m a Seer, too, apparently.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Lina apparently knew it when she met me, but she waited to tell me until we were with Lacey.” She closed her eyes. “I miss you guys. I want to come home,” she softly said.

“We miss you, too, sweetheart. Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“First thing in the morning.”

“Here, Brodey’s about to yank my arm off. Talk to him. Love you.”

She smiled again. “Love you, too.”

Immediately, Brodey came on the line. “Babe? You okay? What’s this shit about a bunny shifter?”

“I’m fine. He was teasing. You guys were right. I’m an Alpha wolf.”

“Um…wow.”

“Yeah. And I’m a Seer.”

“A Seer, too? No shit?”

“No shit.”

She could hear his smile through the phone. “Can you see what I’m thinking now?”

“Brodey, a blind kumquat could see what you’re thinking. You’re horny.”

He whined. “I miss you, babe. It’s been too long.”

“This is only the third night. You’ll survive.”

“Fly home. You can be here in a few hours.”

It was tempting. “No, I really want this time with everyone. Please understand.”

He snorted. “Oookay. Fine.”

“Don’t pout. It’ll cause wrinkles.”

That finally got another laugh out of him. “Be safe, babe.”

“I will. Put Cail on.”

He came onto the line. “A bunny-shifting Seer, huh?”

Her turn to laugh. “Come on, enough with the bunny shifter stuff.”

“Aw, but you’d look so cute with the little tail.”

“Do you want to hear or not?”

He snickered. “Go ahead.”

She caught him up. When he next spoke, his tone sounded serious. “You guys are leaving early tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. I’m glad Lacey’s on our side on this. I know she can’t do too much, but sounds like she’s handled Jocko well.”

“Yeah, I think so. Let me get inside the room and get to bed. Love you.”

“Love you, too, babe.”

She hung up and returned to the room. Her mom and dad both looked up from where they were talking at the small table when she walked in.

“Is everything okay?” Elain asked them. They’d almost looked…guilty?

Her mom nodded after flashing a smile at Liam. “Everything’s fine, sweetheart.”

Elain didn’t miss the smile on her dad’s face.

Hmm. That would be cheating to see if I can read them, wouldn’t it?

She didn’t give it a second thought. Instead, she walked over to them, put her hands on both their shoulders, and gave first her mom, then Liam, quick pecks on the cheek. “I’m going to get ready for bed.” She tried to conceal her grin as she grabbed a T-shirt and shorts to sleep in from her bag.

As she walked into the bathroom, she also had to suppress the urge to giggle. If her new Seer skills were right, she suspected her mom and dad were more than a little interested in each other.

She just wished she knew for sure.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, they were all awake and ready to leave by daybreak. As Zack fell in line behind Lina and Carla’s cars, he glanced at the gas gauge.

“We need to fill up,” Zack said. “Otherwise, we might run out before the next planned stop.”

“Let’s hit that convenience store at the edge of town,” Kael suggested. “I could use the can one more time before we hit the highway.”

Zack pulled in and texted Lina that they were stopping and would catch up. “Can you bring me a coffee, please?” he asked Kael.

“Sure,” he said. “You want any snacks?”

“Yeah, get some muffins or something breakfasty.”

“Okay.” Kael headed inside.

* * *

She watched from the edge of the woods, desperate. Despite running all night, she hadn’t managed to lose them yet. Her pursuers would catch up with her soon. As exhausted as she was, there was no way she could continue to outrun them. She eyed every vehicle that pulled into the parking lot. That would be her only chance to escape. She watched as a car carrying two men in it pulled in, with a Florida license plate on the back. One man got out and started pumping gas. The other walked inside.

She jumped as behind her in the distance she heard the howl of a wolf.

Gaining on her.

Frantic, she prayed for an opportunity. Then the second man returned and opened the back passenger door of the car. He put his purchases in and, without closing the door, he walked around to the driver side where the other man still pumped gas.

She bolted, streaking across the parking lot tarmac as fast as she could. She dove into the open door and, thankfully, found the floor behind the driver empty. She reached up onto the seat and with her teeth grabbed a jacket lying there. Pulling it over her, she curled herself into a tight ball, nose to tail, and prayed they didn’t throw her out when they discovered her.

Or that they didn’t discover her before she put some distance between her and her pursuers.

It took every ounce of her will not to flinch when she heard the back door shut. She listened to the two men talking outside the car. A moment later, both men got in, the car started, and they drove off.

She wanted to sob with relief. She didn’t know what these two men were, because one smelled like a shifter, but not a shifter breed she was familiar with. They also had been with friendly wolves. She could smell the scent on the jacket covering her.

Closing her eyes, she tried to nap, the first real sleep she’d managed in over three days.

* * *

They caught up with Lina and the others within five miles. Zack eased up on his lead foot to fall into line behind Liam’s car.

Kael wrinkled his nose. “You need a bath.”

“What the fuck? We had a shower this morning.”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

Zack rolled his eyes. “Enough with the wolf jokes, okay? They’re as good as family. Get over it.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.” He looked around, then shrugged. “It must have been Lacey’s dog from yesterday, maybe on your jacket. I’m still smelling something.”

“Yeah, well you’re no Princess Petunia yourself, buddy.”

At lunchtime, Lina decreed they needed to stop or she’d roast one of the men for lunch. They pulled into a family buffet restaurant after the cars had been filled with gas. Once they were all seated, Lina stared at Zack and Kael from across the table.

“What?” Zack asked.

She looked at Elain, who was seated on her right. “Do you smell that?”

“See?” Kael said, smacking Zack on the shoulder. “I told you.”

Elain frowned, but shook her head. “Smell what?”

Lina looked at Zack and Kael. “Something’s off.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”

Zack rolled his eyes. “Okay, I get it, I spent too much time playing with Jasper yesterday. I get it. Fine. I’ll go change clothes again and ditch the jacket.”

“No, it’s not that.” Before he could react, she reached across the table, grabbed his hand, and stared at him. A moment later, she released him.

“Yes,” she cryptically said.

“Yes what?” Zack found himself rapidly losing patience. He hated long car rides, but with Lina’s fear of flying, they didn’t have much choice.

Lina tucked a napkin into her lap with a playful, curious smile. “Just yes.”

He didn’t have time to ask her more. The waitress appeared to take their drink orders. Rick volunteered to get Lina’s plate for her, so she didn’t have to get up and waddle over to the buffet.

Zack stood and rounded the table, leaning in close to Lina. “You are insufferable sometimes. You know that?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

He rolled his eyes before heading to the buffet line.

* * *

Elain studied the two men. Something was off, but she wasn’t sure what. She couldn’t tell if she was just hyperaware because of the trip, or her newfound shifter abilities, her newly revealed Seer powers, or what. She held back as everyone else headed to the buffet.

“What’s going on?” she asked Lina.

Lina’s smile disappeared. “I don’t know. I think our lives just got way more complicated.”

“Because they’re not complicated enough already?”

“I know. Tell me about it.”

“So what was that about? With Zack?”

Lina lowered her voice even more. “Don’t react. We have a stowaway.”

Elain’s senses perked up, anxious. “What?”

Lina nodded. “I don’t want the men to know yet. But my ‘yes’ was that she can stay. Because they’ll be wondering that themselves.”

“‘She’? She who?”

Lina smiled. “Her name’s Mai. Don’t say anything to the others. She’ll reveal herself when she’s ready. She needs our help getting to Florida.”

Elain nodded. “Oookaaaay.” Leaving Lina, she headed to the buffet line. She noticed Liam—Dad, she corrected herself—talking to her mom. Her mom smiled at something he said.

It made Elain feel good in a way she didn’t understand and couldn’t explain. For the first time, it seemed like her mom felt totally at ease, without worried creases on her face.

Her lonely secret finally lifted off her shoulders. Not only that, but she now had someone to talk to about them.

The smile her mom wore was even enough for Elain to forgive her telling Liam all her embarrassing childhood stories during the car ride.

Like the time she tried to wash her Barbie dolls in the toilet when she was four.

Elain had forgotten about the exchange with Lina until she got up and headed for the bathroom. Glancing out one of the windows on the way, she saw something moving in the backseat of Zack and Kael’s car. It looked like a dog, but she couldn’t tell for sure. She started to return to the tables to tell them, then stopped when she remembered Lina’s entreaty not to say anything.

What fresh hell is this? she wondered as she continued on to the bathroom.

* * *

They finally got back on the road an hour later, with full tummies, full gas tanks, and empty bladders. Zack and Kael took the lead this time, and Elain had changed vehicles again to spend some time with Liam and Carla. Lina asked to ride with them, too. The two women piled into the backseat of Carla’s car.

Lina insisted on sitting in the backseat with Elain despite Liam trying to give her the front passenger seat. She leaned in close to Elain with a smile. “It won’t be long now,” she said.

“What won’t be long now?”

Lina nodded toward Zack and Kael’s car.

Sure enough, an hour later, the men’s car swerved in front of them, across the lane.

“Annnd here we go,” Lina whispered to Elain with a smirk on her face.

* * *

Mai knew they’d already crossed over into Massachusetts based on listening to what the men had said. She felt relief washing over her and fought the urge to cry. Then another problem hit her.

She had to pee. Really, really badly.

Okay, no time like the present.

The men, Kael and Zack she’d discovered from eavesdropping on them, were playfully bantering about something. She still wasn’t sure what they were in terms of creatures, except that they were a couple. Zack was driving.

Sticking her snout out from under the jacket, she realized neither man was paying attention to her. She sat up and stuck her head between the front seats.

Kael spotted her first. He let out a startled scream, which scared Zack. Zack turned, saw her, and let out another scream, also causing him to swerve across their lane.

She cringed until he quickly brought the car under control.

“What the fuck is that?” Zack screamed.

She wanted to laugh. I’m a who, not a what.

Kael shook his head. “It’s some sort of dog.”

Coyote, actually, but whatever. She wouldn’t be picky. They had saved her life. Literally. They could call her whatever they liked as long as they didn’t kick her out.

Zack pulled over to the side of the highway and parked on the shoulder. Mai glanced out the rear window and saw two other cars pulling over, too. Must be the others they keep talking about.

Zack and Kael got out of the car and were quickly joined by the others. They stood outside the car, discussing her. She pressed her nose against the back passenger window and whined. Come on, guys. I reeeally have to pee! Someone, please, let me out!

One of the women, who looked very pregnant, laughed and opened the back door. Leaving her pride behind, Mai jumped out, quickly squatted and emptied her bladder with a sigh of relief in the grass next to the road. Then, before they could lock her out of the car, she leapt back inside and settled herself on the seat.

I’ll give ’em puppy-dog eyes.

Zack and Kael still looked stunned. “Where the hell did that come from?” Zack said.

Kael laughed. “Don’t know. But at least you’re off the hook for smelling like a dog.”

Zack swatted him on the shoulder.

Another woman leaned in and cautiously held out her hand. She definitely smelled like a friendly wolf. Mai whined and licked her hand.

The woman felt around Mai’s neck. “No collar, Lina,” she said to the pregnant woman. “I guess you guys now have a dog.”

Lina smiled at the two men. “See? Told you.”

“Told us what?” Zack asked, sounding exasperated.

“Yes, you can keep her. Duh.” Lina looked in at Mai and winked.

Crap! Whatever Lina was, she knew Mai was more than she appeared to be. Oh, shit. Wag tail. Mai wagged her tail, which drew smiles from several of the people.

Good. That worked.

After a few more minutes of discussion, another man, who also smelled like a friendly wolf, went to his car and returned with some cheese sticks and a bottle of water. He unwrapped the cheese sticks and offered them to her.

With a soft whine, she gratefully inhaled them. He coaxed her to the edge of the seat so he could use his hand to cup water from the bottle and let her drink. After she finished, she sat up and gave him a lick on the cheek.

Hope the older lady with you isn’t jealous, but thank you, mister!

Lina reached out and stroked her head. “I think you should call her Mai.”

Mai knew her eyes widened. It startled her so much she nearly shifted right there, but she caught herself in time.

“Why that?” Zack said. “I think she looks more like a Gigi.” He reached out and petted her, uncertain at first, then gaining courage as he realized she wasn’t going to bite. She licked his hand, making him laugh.

Dude, I’m soooo not a Gigi.

“Because she looks like a ‘Mai.’” Lina said. “It means ‘coyote.’”

Wow. You get bonus points, lady.

“Hey,” Kael said. “She does sort of look like a coyote, doesn’t she? Wait, how do we know she’s a she?”

“Would you like to feel her up?” Lina asked in a snarky tone.

Mai chuffed in amusement. I really like this lady.

Kael studied Mai. “If you say she’s a she, I guess she’s a she.”

“Trust me.” Lina looked up the road. “There’s an exit up there. Let’s pull over. I need another bathroom stop, too.” She patted her tummy. “Let’s find a store so we can get her supplies for the drive home.” She held Mai’s head in her hands and looked into her eyes. “You are going to stay with us so we can help you,” she whispered. “Aren’t you?”

Stunned, Mai nodded.

Lina patted her on the head and gently pushed her back so she could close the door. “Allons-y!” Lina declared as she headed back to another car. A few moments later, they were heading toward the exit.

After an hour, they were back on the highway again. Mai now sported a pink collar with rhinestones on it and a matching leash. It was a little froufrou for her tastes, but that she could handle.

At least I’m not a Gigi.

The men had bought her food and water dishes, a gallon of bottled water, and some top-shelf canned and dry dog food that wasn’t as good as human food, but tasted a hella lot better than the scavenged, rotten roadkill she’d subsisted on for the past week.

Mai didn’t understand Lina’s joke about Callie being envious of the collar when Zack buckled it around Mai’s neck, but apparently everyone thought it was funny because they laughed their asses off.

With relief in her heart and her first full tummy in several days, Mai settled back on the seat, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

* * *

They stopped at a hotel in Virginia, south of Richmond, sometime in the early, predawn hours. Kael clipped the leash to her collar and led her across the parking lot to a grassy area to do her business. She made sure to be the perfect dog, didn’t pull on the leash, and stood patiently while he used a plastic baggy to pick up her waste.

Perfect. I get two hunks waiting hand and foot on me, and they’re gay and I’m their dog.

She even stood patiently in the bathtub while they gave her a quick bath with orange-scented dog shampoo they’d apparently bought, along with the other accoutrements.

Truth be told, it felt damn good to have them massaging her aching muscles in the warm water.

She obediently sat on the tile bathroom floor while Zack went after her with the hair dryer. When he finished, her coat was poofy, but clean and smelling citrusy fresh.

It was nearly four in the morning when the men exhaustedly climbed into one of the beds. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. The carpeted floor would be fine, but before she could curl up, Kael pointed to the other bed.

“Go ahead, Mai. You can sleep on the bed. I don’t know where you came from, but you’re a good girl.”

She nearly shifted in shock at that, wanted to cry. His voice sounded so tender, so loving.

She walked over to their bedside and put her front paws up so she could lick him in the face. Then she turned, jumped up on the other bed, curled herself nose to tail, and went to sleep.

I could get used to this. She didn’t know what she’d do in a few months when she couldn’t hide her secret any longer, but at least she’d have a few months of peaceful living.

* * *

Mai awoke late the next morning to someone knocking on their room door. Zack and Kael, who’d still been asleep, stirred. Zack got up and answered the door, greeting Lina and welcoming her in.

She immediately walked over to Mai’s bed, sat down, and gently stroked her head. “Good morning, Mai.”

I wish I could talk to you, lady. Whoever you are.

She looked at Lina’s bulging belly and felt a sad pang of envy. No doubt Jan and Rick, the other two men she’d figured out were Lina’s mates, were desperately eager for her to have their child. Probably loved the hell out of her.

Who’s going to love us? She’d have plenty of time to think about that later, when she was safely in Florida. She still wasn’t sure how she’d broach the subject of her true identity, but she suspected it would be Lina she came out to first.

Lina offered to take Mai out for her walk while the men got their shower. After Mai finished and Lina had picked up after her, Lina looked at her. “I promise, whatever it is, we’ll help. I mean it. Okay? And we can help you.”

Mai swallowed hard, but nodded. I don’t know if anyone can help me, lady, but you might regret making that promise. I won’t hold you to it.

Back in the room, the men were getting out of the shower. Neither acted bashful around Lina, and she was apparently used to seeing them in the buff, because she didn’t react. Lina dished her out a can of food and freshened her water. After eating, Mai curled up on the bed and waited for further orders.

The others were going to breakfast before checking out and would come back for her.

Before leaving the room, Lina turned on the TV.

“Why are you doing that?” Zack asked.

“So she doesn’t get bored. Duh.” Lina turned and winked at her.

Mai winked back and wagged her tail.

* * *

Late that night, they crossed the state line from Georgia into Florida north of Jacksonville. They took I-10 west to I-75 and continued south. Just before dawn, they pulled off the interstate and Mai realized they were “home.” Or what would temporarily be her home.

They let her out of the car without the leash, and she pulled up short in shock. The house was huge and from the looks of it most likely built within the past couple of years. She had a bathroom break before being welcomed inside by her new friends.

She couldn’t help but let her tail wag. The place looked wonderful. Homey, not ritzy, yet well furnished.

Lina showed their three human guests to their rooms. She’d discovered from listening that Carla and Liam were Elain’s parents, but they weren’t married. And Elain was a good friend of theirs.

Zack put Mai’s food and water dishes on the floor in the kitchen, poured her out some dry dog food, and headed to another part of the house with Kael.

Lina let her two men go upstairs ahead of her. She waited until she was alone in the kitchen with Mai to open the fridge, pull out some lunch meat, cheese, and bread, and make an impromptu sandwich, which she placed in Mai’s food bowl.

“You’ve got to be sick of that other stuff. I’ll sneak you what I can when I can so I don’t blow your cover. Okay?”

Mai wanted to cry. She whined in gratitude and licked Lina’s hand. Lina gave her a friendly smile and patted her on the head. “If you need to go outside, come upstairs and bark at my door to wake me up.” Then she headed upstairs.

Mai considered shifting back to eat, then decided against it. She didn’t want to take the risk. She grabbed the sandwich from her bowl and devoured it in a few bites. Then she headed over to the couch where she curled up and went to sleep.

* * *

Mai discovered later that day, once everyone had slept and arose to have dinner, that this wasn’t their last stop in their journey, even though it was home to most of them. They’d be on the road again, this time to Arcadia, where Elain lived with her mates.

Lucky woman.

With sneakily whispered asides from Lina, Mai was now up to speed on who Carla and Liam were as well. Ironic that she was in a very similar situation as Elain, only she damn well knew how much danger she was in.

Asshole. Why had she ever trusted Paul in the first place? Oh yeah, because he was handsome, rich, and said he loved her.

Barely twenty-one, my family’s dead, and now I have an asshole wolf on my tail. Literally.

This was not how she’d planned to spend her life.

After dinner, just before sunset, they all loaded up again and headed south. She sat up and watched the unfamiliar landscape pass by outside the car. They were now heading to Elain’s home, in Arcadia, where more wolves awaited their return.

For the first time since her ordeal started a few weeks earlier, she truly felt safe. Like maybe she could figure a way out of this damn mess.

When they turned off the highway and down a long driveway, Mai took a sniff of the air. Cattle.

They pulled into the yard surrounding a large, one-story ranch-style house. Three men, who appeared identical, stepped out onto the front porch at their arrival.

Elain jumped out of the car she was in and ran into their welcoming arms.

Mai watched, her heart aching. She wanted that, someone to love her.

Kael opened the back door of the car and coaxed her out. She jumped out, sniffing around, and running over to the fence line to do her business out of the way. Then, sticking close to Lina’s side, she headed inside with the others.

* * *

Micah dozed in bed with Jim curled in his arms. They’d had the house mostly to themselves for the day and had taken full advantage of it to wear each other out. Elain and the others would return soon.

He wasn’t sure at first what awoke him. His eyes snapped open, ears and mind on full alert.

Something’s wrong.

He sat up. Jim barely stirred as he swung out of bed. That’s when he heard everyone coming inside and he knew what had set his senses off.

A shifted coyote.

With a growl starting deep in his throat, he threw the bedroom door open and ran out into the living room.

* * *

Mai sat and stared at Elain’s three hunks.

Lucky, lucky woman. Then she heard a door open somewhere down the hall. She barely had time to register the sound of a wolf’s dangerous growl when the naked man appeared in the doorway and glared at her.

When he spotted her, she didn’t even think before turning and bolting with a terrified squeal toward the first open door she saw. Unfortunately, with everyone now shouting and the naked man on her heels, Mai realized she’d put herself into a dead end, running through a huge bedroom and into a bathroom. She spotted a window, but with a terrified yelp she went sprawling across the tile as the man tackled her.

He wrapped his fingers tightly around her throat. A horrific snarl rumbled through him as he screamed, “Who are you?”

* * *

Micah spotted the shifted coyote immediately. She spotted him, too, and took off running toward the master bedroom. She couldn’t escape him. Before she could jump for the window, he threw himself at her, tackling her and grabbing her by the throat. “Who are you?”

With speed that shocked him, he was suddenly holding a naked young woman by the throat. She clawed at his fingers. “Please don’t hurt me!” she gasped.

Ain, Brodey, and Cail caught up with them first, with the dragon men on their heels. Micah resisted their attempts to pull him off of her.

That’s when she stopped fighting him and protectively curled her hands around her obviously swollen belly. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged again, tears streaking her cheeks.

It felt like a shock wave slammed into him as an all too familiar sensation took control of his mind. He didn’t have time to process what it meant, only that instinctively, a switch had been flipped and one word pounded through his soul.

Mate.

He shook the Lyall brothers off as he grabbed the woman and pulled her protectively into his arms. Jim, apparently awoken by the ruckus, appeared in the doorway behind all the others.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, pushing his way through the other men to get to Micah’s side.

Micah fought a wave of emotions threatening to swamp him. Anger at the intruder had given way to protective fury—for her.

Love.

Holy fuck.

The girl, now sobbing in his arms, had stopped fighting him once he’d let go of her throat. He placed one hand on the swell of her belly, on top of her hands. “You’re pregnant,” he said in wonder.

Jim dropped to his knees beside them. The world shrank until it seemed only the three of them filled it. Jim looked at him, shock on his face. “Who is she?” he asked.

Micah had changed position on the floor so he could cradle her in his arms. He brushed her tangled blonde hair from her face. “Ours,” he whispered. He looked at Jim. “She’s ours.”

Jim nodded, also reaching out to stroke her cheek and brush away her tears. Micah knew his mate felt it, too. After all that had happened, he wouldn’t question that he knew this woman was meant to be theirs, whoever she was. He felt as strongly about her as he had about Jim.

Please, don’t let her be mated to someone!

Jim grabbed a large bath towel and covered the girl with it. She looked up into their faces, her brown eyes red from crying. She wasn’t marked. Micah could tell that instinctively. But did she have a partner? Husband? He also sensed how terrified she was.

How alone.

The Goddess does have a twisted sense of humor. He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and looked deeply into her brown eyes. Her sobbing quieted as she stared up at him.

“You don’t have anyone else, do you?” he asked her.

She shook her head.

Micah touched his forehead to hers. He’d sort the details out later. For now, he knew only one thing. “You’re ours,” he whispered.

She softly whimpered, but nodded.

Jim joined them, leaning in so his forehead also touched theirs. He wrapped his arms around them both. “Ours,” he echoed.

She nodded. “Yours,” she whispered.

* * *

Could my life get any more whacked out? Mai didn’t even know who these two guys were, just that the one who’d almost ripped her throat out was a wolf and the other was a human, and they were mated to each other.

She also felt a pull to them like no other. Certainly nothing like the tepid sexual attraction she’d had in the beginning with Paul.

The wolf stood, easily lifting her in his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom while the other man hovered close by. She threw her arms around the wolf’s neck and buried her head against his chest, afraid to let go of him now that she felt waves of protective fury flowing from him. They returned to the living room, and he sat on the couch with her still in his arms. Lina appeared with a bathrobe, which she offered to her.

“Let me introduce you all to Mai,” Lina said. “Mai, the man holding you is Micah, a wolf shifter and cousin of the Lyalls. That other man is his mate, Jim.”

Mai blushed as the two men helped her into the robe. Jim reached around and unbuckled the collar from her neck while everyone gathered around, questions flying so fast Mai couldn’t process them.

Lina grabbed Mai’s hand and raised her other one to silence everyone else. “I’ve known since she joined us that she was a shifter. She needed to reveal herself at the right time.”

Jim took the bottle of water from her. With her free hand, Mai grabbed Jim’s other hand and held him close.

Lina smiled at her. “We can talk about all of this tomorrow. For now, let it suffice that yes, you three were meant to meet.”

“Mate,” Micah said again. Then he looked at Jim. “Our mate.”

Jim nodded. “Ours.”

Mai rested her head against Micah’s shoulder and burst into tears. She sobbed against him, wailing in relief and fear and a bunch of other emotions she couldn’t even begin to process.

Micah kissed her temple. “It’s okay,” he softly soothed. “We won’t force you. If you don’t want us… It’s okay.”

She let go of Lina’s hand and grabbed his arm, pulling both of the men’s hands onto her belly. “I do want you. I don’t understand this, but I do. And… and…” She couldn’t finish.

With the help of Jan and Rick, Lina carefully lowered herself to her knees next to the couch, where she could whisper to the three of them. “It’s okay,” Lina told Mai. “I’m a Seer. This was meant to be.” She laid her hand on top of all three of theirs, on Mai’s belly. “All that matters is chosen family, not bloodlines. You were meant to meet and mate with them and become a family.”

Micah squeezed Mai’s hand. “His loss, and our gain. You’re ours, and since you’re not mated to or marked by him, that baby is ours, as far as I’m concerned. Code of the Ancients doesn’t say anything about someone who’s pregnant, just if they’re marked or mated or not.”

Mai burst into tears again. This was too much, too soon. She wouldn’t deny or fight it, and she wouldn’t claim to understand it, but it still overwhelmed her.

Lina kissed her forehead. “Congratulations, Mai. Welcome to our family. Boys, why don’t you take her to your bedroom and let her calm down and, oh, say, introduce yourselves properly. Elain and I will bring her some clothes to wear until we can take her shopping tomorrow. And we’ll bring her a proper dinner. I don’t think she really wants to eat dog food anymore.”

Mai clung to Micah as he carried her down the hallway he’d emerged from a few minutes earlier. Jim followed and closed the door behind them. Micah gently set her on their bed and the men sat on either side of her while she cried.

Not even ten minutes ago, she’d been terrified this man was going to rip her throat out. Now?

She couldn’t imagine life without these two men, and she didn’t even know their last names.

Goddess, help me understand.

* * *

Silence fell over the living room after the three left. Elain cleared her throat. “Well, folks, I do believe we’ve reached a new level of weirdness, even for us.”

A nervous laugh filtered throughout the group. Lina, with Rick and Jan’s help, lumbered to her feet. “I do believe you’re right. Since I shouldn’t be drinking, I’ll take a cup of hot tea. Elain, would you like to join me and do my drinking for me?”

“Amen, sistah!” she said as she headed for the kitchen. Lina started after her.

“Wait for me,” Carla said. “I could use one, too.” Followed by Liam, Carla headed to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Zack said. “Don’t leave us out. We just lost our pet dog to a couple of wolves. There’s something just plain wrong about that.”

“Coyote,” Lina shot back over her shoulder. “And don’t forget Jim’s human.”

“Details, details.” Despite his playful, teasing tone, Zack looked more than a little disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” Kael asked him. He slung an arm around his shoulders.

“I was looking forward to having a dog.”

Brodey slapped Ain on the back. “We know where the local animal shelter is, don’t we, bro? We can get them hooked up, right?”

Ain glared at Brodey, but nodded.

Cail laughed. “Hey, Prime, you deserved that one for what you put us through.”

They all crowded into the kitchen. Lina plopped herself down into one of the chairs while Elain got her hot tea started. Zack played bartender. Once everyone had a drink, Lina lifted her steaming mug in a toast.

“To love. As fucked up and crazy as it is, it’s still a pretty damn good thing.”

“You can say that again,” Elain agreed.

* * *

Micah and Jim let Mai cry herself out, holding her, comforting her. At some point, Lina softly knocked, and she and Elain brought in a stack of clothes, some bath supplies, and a tray of food. Micah nodded their thanks to them. The two women silently departed, quietly shutting the door behind them.

“Let’s start at the beginning,” Micah said after getting the tray for her and making her eat. “What’s your name, and how did you end up with them?”

The longer Mai talked, the more enraged Micah felt. Mai Gallatin had only turned twenty-one a couple of months ago. Her parents and two older brothers were killed four years earlier, in a car wreck in Montana that she barely escaped from. Between her medical bills from the wreck, paying bills owed by her parents’ estate, and severe mismanagement of the remaining funds by one of her uncles, who’d been appointed her guardian, she was now broke. She’d decided to leave Montana and try to make a go of it in Connecticut with one of her cousins from her mother’s side, humans who had no knowledge of her shape-shifting abilities.

“It was just my bad luck I met Paul,” she said. “He knew I was a shifter when we met, and I sensed he was one, too. He had money. I was lonely and stupid and gullible and I fell for him hook, line, and sinker. I don’t mean like I thought he was my mate or anything,” she said, sniffling. “But the way my life had gone, I was willing to overlook common sense and the truth. Then my period was late three months ago. I thought we were careful. I thought I was careful.”

She shook her head. “I was scared to tell him at first. Then I couldn’t hide it any longer. I knew he wasn’t my mate, and I didn’t want to marry him. I wasn’t looking for a handout. All I wanted was to see if he wanted to be part of the baby’s life. He demanded I get an abortion. I told him no.”

“How long have you been on the run from him?” Micah asked.

She sniffled. “For a couple of weeks now. He said if I wouldn’t get an abortion, then he’d kill me. That his family didn’t want any ‘mutts’ in their line was how he said it. I couldn’t go back to my cousin’s house because he knew where she lived. So I ran. I had to shift because he kept catching up with me. I thought if I could get to Maine, maybe the wolves there could help me. But he tracked me there, too. I was so, so tired.” She sniffled. “Then I saw Zack and Kael stop for gas, and they had Florida plates on their car. I thought maybe I could get far enough away from Paul he couldn’t find me.”

Jim stroked her arm, but spoke to Micah. “Do you think maybe this is why you and I were brought together in such a whacked-out way?”

Micah nodded. “Yeah, that thought occurred to me, too.” When she looked at them questioningly, he smiled. “Jim and I are straight.”

“But…but you’re mates.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. The Universe works in strange and mysterious ways.”

A fearful look filled her face. “Are you going to make me get an abortion?” she whispered. “Since it’s not your baby?”

Anger filled him. Not at her, at the man who put her in this position from the start. He grabbed her chin and kissed her, tenderly, waiting her out until she finally relaxed in his arms and responded, a soft whimper of need escaping her.

“Does that answer your question?” he finally asked when he ended their kiss. “You are our mate, and no way in hell are you doing that if you don’t want to. If you want the baby, then that baby is our baby. No question. Understand?”

She nodded, then threw her arms around both of them. “I don’t understand why I feel like this.”

Jim chuckled. “Believe me, honey, you shouldn’t question it. Life gets a lot easier when you just go with the flow. We learned that the hard way.”

* * *

Mai thought that was very good advice. It was far easier to simply go with the flow and enjoy the feelings of love and safety enveloping her from the men. All her life she’d heard about how you just knew when you met your mate. Now she understood what they’d meant.

Micah stepped out of bed then scooped her up from the bed and carried her into their bathroom. Jim followed, carrying the bath supplies the women had brought for her. A razor and shaving gel, a brush and comb, shampoo and conditioner, body wash, a new toothbrush. Jim quickly stripped. The men gently helped her out of the robe and into the shower.

She stood under the warm water with Jim supporting her from the front. With a tender gentleness she never knew possible, Micah carefully untangled her hair with his hands and the conditioner until he could get the comb through it. Then he shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp and nearly putting her to sleep before he used the conditioner again.

She shaved herself, glad to be rid of leg and armpit hair and able to trim her bush close the way she liked to keep it. She was starting to feel marginally human again.

If they could fall in love with me looking like a mangy monster, they must be in love.

Taking their time, they slowly soaped her entire body, front and back, but avoiding her most intimate areas.

She loved them for it. She wanted a long night’s safe sleep in a comfortable bed before even thinking about that despite her body wanting more from them.

Then the baby kicked for the first time. She gasped, putting both men on high alert.

“Are you okay?” Jim asked. “Did we hurt you?”

She laughed and grabbed their hands, placing them on her belly. After a moment, the baby kicked again. “It’s the first time she kicked. Like she knows we’re safe now.”

“It’s a girl?” Micah asked with a slightly awestruck tone that filled her heart with hopeful joy.

Mai shrugged. “I…I don’t know. I just keep thinking of her as ‘she.’” Now wasn’t the time to mention her dreams.

Micah dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her belly, wrapping his arms around her and Jim, who stood behind her.

“Ours,” he whispered, his cheek pressed against her flesh. “Both of you are ours.”

* * *

Not that Micah didn’t love Jim, because he’d die for his mate. But he wouldn’t deny when he accepted the situation and claimed Jim that part of him mourned the fact they would never have pups of their own. It hadn’t been a huge priority, but he’d always assumed once he found his mate, they would have pups, eventually.

Not biologically possible with a male for a mate.

This whole thing made no sense. Why had the Goddess done things this way? It was unheard of for a wolf to pick a second mate when their first mate was still alive.

And she was a coyote.

He got to his feet and kissed her, tenderly, not wanting to hurt or scare her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.

She broke their kiss and looked up into his eyes. “Mark me,” she whispered. “Please.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He turned her to face Jim. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Micah stroked her back, her shoulders, and pressed his body against hers. He’d sort out the mating aspect later. He wasn’t even sure if he should, for fear of hurting the baby. But he would mark his mate.

He ran his lips over her right shoulder, licking her skin and reveling in her sweet taste. When he grazed his teeth across her flesh she shivered and softly moaned.

“Submit, mate,” he softly said.

“You really don’t care that I’m a coyote and not a wolf?” she tentatively asked.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re a naked pink iguana.” He nipped the back of her neck. “Do you submit, mate?”

She rested her head against Jim’s chest, her eyes closed. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

Micah closed his eyes and bit down, hard. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she cried out, but she pressed herself against his body, making it hard for him to control his willful cock. She shivered as he licked at the wound now marking her as theirs, soothing her, wanting her.

When he turned her to face him again, he couldn’t help but notice Jim’s cock was as hard as his own, Jim’s eyes dark and smoky with passion.

Well, Jim and I can fuck each other’s brains out, if nothing else.

She grabbed Micah’s head and kissed him. As her passion grew, it was obvious the need to rest and sleep suddenly took a backseat for her desire for her mates to fuck her brains out. Passion rolled over her in nearly visible waves. “Please,” she softly begged them. “Please take me.”

He swallowed hard. His first instinct was to fuck her right then and there. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She ground against him. The delicious friction of her slippery skin nearly unmanned his resolve. “You two won’t hurt me.”

“The baby,” Jim said, tuned in to Micah’s thoughts.

“You won’t hurt her. Please?”

Micah shared a look with Jim. Jim nodded.

Micah reached over and shut the water off. Then he grabbed a towel and the two of them slowly dried her off. With Jim standing behind her, Micah knelt in front of her and parted her labia with his thumbs, exposing her clit.

Gently, he flicked his tongue over it. She softly cried out in an unmistakable sound of pleasure and need.

Like that, he used his tongue, running it up and down her nub, until her body trembled and she let out a cry of pleasure. Her juices flowed over his lips as he didn’t stop, Jim’s arms supporting her as he kept her coming until she finally begged him to stop.

“Let’s take her into the bedroom,” Micah said.

Jim didn’t need him to suggest it twice. He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, carefully laying her on their bed. Jim crawled between her legs and buried his tongue there as Micah stretched out next to her and kissed her. They would claim their mate, but before they did, they would make sure she was well and truly sated and ready for them. He refused to do anything to possibly risk hurting her.

She tasted sweet, her tongue eagerly meeting his as he explored her mouth. It didn’t take Jim long to make her come again, Micah’s cock throbbing with need as he swallowed her cries.

Without needing to speak, Jim moved from between her legs and stretched out on her other side. Micah looked at him, and when their eyes met, he felt a surge of love like never before pass between them. Yes, she completed them. Micah kissed him, moaning at the taste of her juices on his lips.

He sat up and positioned himself between her legs as Jim started kissing her. With his voice a low growl, Micah said, “If it even feels slightly uncomfortable, stop me.”

She nodded, but didn’t stop kissing Jim.

Practically shaking with desire for her, he carefully lined up his cock with her pussy lips and forced himself to go slow. She felt deliciously tight, her wet pussy eagerly swallowing his cock as he sank all the way inside her. After giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling, he started moving.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so tight, baby!”

She pulled her mouth from Jim’s just long enough to gasp, “You can go faster than that!”

Both men laughed. Micah, however, didn’t want to risk it. He kept up a slow pace that had his balls aching and nearly painful, but he refused to rush and risk hurting her. Only when he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer did he take several short, fast strokes inside her, letting out a loud groan as he held himself off her body while his cum unloaded into her.

Shaky, he waited a minute to catch his breath before carefully withdrawing. He kissed the swell of her belly. “Are you okay?”

Jim let her talk again. “Yes!” She looked up at Jim. “You next. Please!”

Micah cradled her against him as Jim changed position. Micah reached between her legs and stroked her clit with his finger. She moaned, wiggling her hips against Jim to urge him on as his cock disappeared inside her.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Micah whispered. He looked down into her eyes. “It won’t bother you seeing us fucking each other, will it?”

She grinned. “I like man-on-man action.”

Jim laughed. “I do believe the Goddess has blessed us with the perfect woman, Micah.”

Micah smiled. “Yes, I think you’re right.” He kissed her as his hand picked up speed. She moaned again, her arm snaking around his neck, her fingers clutching a handful of his hair.

Jim was a little braver than Micah and fucked her harder, drawing moans of pleasure out of her. Between Jim’s cock inside her and Micah’s fingers on her clit, she quickly came again.

“Yes!” Jim gasped as his body went still and rigid.

Micah knew that sign well. Jim had just added his own load to her already full pussy.

Jim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Jesus, I can’t believe how good that felt.”

Micah stroked her cheek and made her look him in the eye. “You’re ours forever. Got it?”

Wide-eyed, she nodded.

He smiled. “Be prepared for a life of being spoiled rotten, baby.”

Jim carefully withdrew and crawled up the bed to lie beside her, an arm carefully draped over her hips. “Yeah,” he echoed as he kissed her shoulder. “We have mad spoiling skills and we’re not afraid to use them on you, sweetheart.”

“I love you two. I can’t believe all this has happened, but I love you two so much.”

Micah’s heart felt lighter than he could ever remember. “We love you, too, sweetheart. Our mate. Forever.”

* * *

After she fell asleep, Mai dreamed. It wasn’t the first time she’d had this dream. Unfortunately, knowing it was a dream didn’t change anything. Her baby, a little girl she knew from the dreams, was being born. And while everyone else around her was happy, she was screaming. Not from the pain of delivery, but because there was something terribly wrong with her baby and no one else could see it. No one stood by her side to comfort her. Only the medical staff surrounded her, giving her commands.

As all the other times before, she ripped herself from sleep just after the baby emerged and the doctor started to hold it up for her to see.

Gasping for breath, she waited until her pulse slowed. The men still slept on either side of her, undisturbed by her nightmare.

The baby chose that moment to kick again. Mai rested her palm on her stomach. Please, Goddess, protect my baby. Let her be born healthy and strong.

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, Elain, Lina, and Carla were already up and cooking breakfast when Mai emerged from the bedroom. Micah and Jim protectively hovered close behind her. She’d donned a T-shirt under the bathrobe. She felt a little self-conscious at first, considering how her cover had been blown, and what had happened immediately after, but everyone warmly welcomed her.

Jim and Micah made her sit and insisted on fixing a plate of food for her.

Lina laughed. “Guys, I’ve got news for you. I know she’s your mate, and that you don’t want to let her out of your sight, but Elain, Mom, and I are taking her shopping after breakfast.”

Micah frowned. “We’ll go with you.”

Lina pointed the spatula in her hand at him. “No, you won’t. Don’t give me wolf ’tude, buddy. I’m used to dealing with dragons, need I remind you. The girl needs some downtime and some girl time and some clothes. You can have her back tonight.”

“I wouldn’t argue with her, Micah,” Jan said as he walked into the kitchen. He gave Lina a peck on the cheek before going to pour himself a cup of coffee. “She’s feisty. Especially since she’s hormonal.”

Mai didn’t want to argue either, but the truth of the matter still stood. “I don’t have any money,” she softly said. “I don’t even have my driver’s license or anything anymore.” She didn’t want to break down crying. Not now, not in front of everyone.

“I’ll give you my credit card,” Micah said.

Elain shook her head. “Your money’s no good, boys. We want to do this for her.” She walked over and hugged Mai from behind. “Our treat. No ifs, ands, or buts. Ain will get with our attorney today and find out what to do about getting you a new ID. She’s a shifter, too, so no worries there. You’re family now.”

That finished Mai off. She squeezed Elain’s arm as her tears freely flowed. “Thank you. I don’t know how to thank you all for saving me. I wish I could just tell Paul Abernathy to go fuck himself.”

The kitchen went silent. Mai sensed she’d said something incredibly wrong. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re talking the Abernathy Clan?” Micah asked.

“Yeah.”

Lina chimed in. “As in his grandfather is Rodolfo Abernathy?”

“Great-grandfather,” Mai said.

Lina squeezed her eyes shut. “Shit.”

“What,” Micah snarked. “You didn’t see that?”

“Bite me, wolf boy,” Lina shot back. She squeezed Mai’s hand. “The great-grandson of Rodolfo Abernathy is your baby’s biological father?”

Mai nodded. “Why?”

Elain sighed. “It’s a long story. Let it suffice to say we’re already on Abernathy’s shit list.”

“I’m sorry,” Mai nervously said.

“No, don’t worry about it,” Elain reassured her. “Seriously.” She smiled at her. “Lina’s going to fry the creep’s balls as soon as she can anyway.”

“What?” Ain asked with a frown.

Elain smiled and blew him a kiss. “I’ll fill you in later.”

His face darkened, but he didn’t challenge her.

* * *

They plied Mai with breakfast until she thought she’d pop. Then, after she grabbed a shower, alone, and dressed in some of Lina’s clothes, which were about a size too big for her, the women piled into Elain’s car and headed out with Lina sitting in front next to Elain and Carla in back with Mai.

“Where are we going?” Mai asked. Jim had given her his cell phone until they could get her one of her own, which Micah said they would do that afternoon.

“To Port Charlotte,” Elain said. “It’s a little bit of a hike, but they have a mall there.”

Lina smiled. “I have credit cards, and I’m not afraid to use them.”

“Amen, sistah!” Elain said with a laugh. They bumped fists.

They all laughed. During the drive, Mai realized how at ease she felt with the women, and it made her miss her own mom even more. As they pulled into a parking space at the mall, Mai spoke up. “I just want to say again how much I appreciate this. This is the first time in a couple of years I haven’t felt alone or worried what would happen next.”

Carla hugged her. “It’s all right. We’re all here for you.”

Lina giggled. “Yeah, and since my incendiary skills aren’t as random as they once were, I’ll have your back, sister.”

Mai wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly. Still, she appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

* * *

Micah anxiously watched Elain’s car drive away. Ain walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “They’ll be okay. Trust me, buddy. You don’t want to get in their way.”

“What if that guy shows up looking for Elain? Or if Paul Abernathy comes after Mai? We’re already on the Abernathys’ shit list as it is.”

Brodey snorted. “Dude, seriously? Lina’s with them.”

Zack outright laughed. “She’s hormonal and in a mood to shop. I pity the fool who tries to mess with her right now. He’ll be picking his flash-frozen balls up from the floor.”

“Yeah,” Rick agreed. “Unless she roasts him in his shoes. All we need now is Callie, and those women would be an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.”

“Besides,” Ain said, “we have other business to attend to. Mai gave me her information so we can work on getting her replacement identification. Liam, you and Jim and I need to run over to the attorney’s office and see what we can do. She can fit us in this morning. Maybe she’s got some contacts and can get us fake IDs for Mai and Liam with different names so they can’t be tracked through the system. That guy’s family is connected. It wouldn’t take a PI long to track Mai with legitimate ID.”

“Well,” Brodey said to Micah, “it seems this is why the Goddess put you and Jim together.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Still, it doesn’t make sense. Jim is my mate. Why did I pick her, too? Have you ever heard of anything like this ever happening before?”

Cail shrugged. “No. But are you really going to question it?”

“No,” Micah and Jim said together. Then they smiled at each other.

“One little problem,” Ain said. “You can’t take her back up to Maine. Not while that guy is after her. I’m going to need to call Jocko and talk to him about all of this. See how we should handle it. He’s probably going to be upset with me for the way Elain dashed in and out.”

“Simple,” Micah said. “We just won’t go to Maine.”

“No, not that simple,” Ain said. “You haven’t even gotten up there with Jim. You can’t just blow off Clan protocol like that.”

Micah frowned. “Sure I can.” His voice turned into a low growl. “Watch me.”

Brodey chimed in to defuse the situation. “Don’t go circling the wagons before Ain even talks to Jocko. They might tell you it’s fine, given the circumstances.”

“I won’t risk their safety,” Micah said.

“Yeah, and if we all go to Maine and leave you here alone, you’re just as vulnerable,” Ain said. “Anyway, let’s handle one thing at a time. Everyone go get dressed so we can head to town.”

* * *

After an hour of shopping in the first department store, Mai had the beginnings of a wardrobe. The women refused to let her balk when she looked at price tags. They took the first load of purchases out to the car and loaded them in the trunk before heading to their next stop.

Mai didn’t miss that no one left the sight of the others, that they all stayed together.

When they took a break in the food court a little later, Mai said something about it. “Y’all are worried about Paul finding me, aren’t you?”

Lina patted her hand. “I’m not going to lie and say everything is hunky-dory. Let’s just say we’re already on the Abernathys’ radar and don’t want to take any chances. I haven’t seen all the details yet. Unfortunately, my Whack-O-Vision doesn’t work on demand. But no, the trouble isn’t over.” She smiled brightly. “Don’t worry. If the asshat does show up, I’ll blast him. No one should fuck with us today, at least. So let’s enjoy our shopping.”

Mai rubbed her hand over her belly. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “I haven’t even been to the doctor yet.”

“We’ll talk to Ain when we get back,” Elain said. “We’ll see if there’s a doctor we can take you to. Please don’t worry. You’re family now.”

“Yeah,” Lina echoed. “And if there isn’t one around here, we’ll get you in to see my doctor. She’s a cougar shifter up in Tampa. I’m sure she’d be happy to take you on as a patient.”

* * *

Marston sat off in the distance and glanced over his newspaper occasionally to make sure the women still sat there.

Dammit.

That dragon woman was with them. She was dangerous, and she could identify him. He had to be careful, but this was his first chance to grab Elain Pardie without her men around. If he could just figure out a way to get her alone, even for a couple of minutes, he had a chance.

He watched and carefully set off after them when they departed the food court. More shopping on the agenda, apparently. They headed into another department store where it would be easy for him to discreetly keep an eye on them from a safe distance.

* * *

Elain’s nerves were on edge. Not that it was a new sensation to her, considering all that had recently happened, but this felt different.

Like they were being watched.

Lina noticed. “What’s wrong?” she quietly asked her.

Elain looked around and shook her head. “Paranoid, I guess.”

* * *

He didn’t have a chance to get close to them, or get the Pardie bitch alone. He knew time was growing short.

He’d already ignored three of Rodolfo’s phone calls.

Then the texts started.

Where the hell are you?

He texted him back. I have the Pardie woman in sight, but she’s with the dragon woman and two others. Including a pregnant coyote. He hated coyotes. The very stink of them made his skin crawl.

What? Send me a picture!

Puzzled, Marston studied the text for a moment. With a sigh he waited until the women were close enough he could take a picture of them from a distance and fit them into the same shot. He sent it to Rodolfo.

Within a minute, Rodolfo texted him back. Go somewhere and call me. Now.

Frustrated, Marston replied. But I might lose my chance to get the Pardie woman alone.

I don’t care about that. I need to speak with you. Now!

Marston read the text a second time. Fine. If he wants me to lose her, he can’t harass me for it. Marston returned to his car and placed the call.

“You realize I can’t do my job if you pull me away like this?”

Rodolfo actually sounded pleased. “I don’t care about that right now. How long has that coyote been with them?”

“Today is the first day I’ve seen her. They all returned from wherever they’d gone last night. Their cars were back when I started watching the house this morning. She was with them, so she must have come with them. I’ve never seen her before.”

“Excellent. You can stop following them for now.”

“What? Have you lost your mind?”

“Do not argue with me. I have calls to make. I might not be able to obtain the Pardie woman the way I wanted, but this serves me better. I can use their own Council to force them to hand over her, as well as the coyote.”

“Why do you want the coyote?”

“None of your business!” Rudolfo roared through the phone, forcing Marston to pull it away from his ear. “Go and sit in your hotel room and await my further instructions.” He hung up.

“Bloody bastard,” Marston swore as he tossed his cell phone into the passenger seat. “Who the hell does he think he is?”

Chapter Thirteen

Daniel and Callie showed up at Jocko’s house a few minutes before seven. He smiled and let them in. Daniel’s mouth watered at the delicious aroma of pot roast in the oven.

“Make yerself at home,” Jocko said, waving them toward the living room. “We’ll be eating in a few minutes, but I want to talk with ye first. I’ll be right back.”

They settled themselves in his comfortable living room, where the TV was tuned to a Dirty Jobs marathon on the Discovery Channel.

“What do you think he wants to talk about?” Callie nervously asked Daniel. “Do you think he’s upset about us not saying anything to him when Lina and Elain were up here?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, pet. I’m sure we’ll find out here shortly.” Inwardly, he smiled. At first, Callie had a hard time adapting to life as a human. Well, as human as she could be, considering she was an immortal like her sisters, Baba Yaga and Brighde. When they mated and he marked her, she agreed to submit to him.

So far, that part of life she had easily adapted to.

He slung an arm around her shoulder as they sat on the couch. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he said, “Whatever it is, it is. Relax.”

Jocko returned a few moments later and sat in a chair across from them. “Now, ye know I’m getting along in years, Daniel. I ain’t getting any younger. None of us are.” He looked around the room, then back at Daniel. “In some packs, they pass leadership down the ranks through blood kin. We haven’t done that for a few hundred years now, ye know that. I want to nominate ye as my replacement on the Clan Council.”

Daniel blinked, stunned. “Me? Why?”

“Don’t go on with false modesty, there. Ye damn well know why. That stuff with the dragons, for one. Yer practically kin with ’em. The fact that them damn cockatrice are still on the warpath and ye know as well as I we’re due for another run-in with them anytime now, according to what Lacey and Lina said. And them damn Abernathys. What few blood kin I still have, not a single one of ’em I’d want running the Clan Council. Especially not at a time like this.”

Jocko nodded toward Callie. “Ye got a good mate there, Daniel. A powerful woman in her own right. We need all the strength we can get on the Council. I know a couple of the other members are going to nominate some younger blood to replace them here in the next few weeks. Lacey told us time’s growing short, and we want as much time as we can get for the new leadership to take our places. The dragons are doing the same thing. This is a war from the past that only youth will be able to wage.”

This was a huge responsibility. They had five members on the main Clan Council, and representatives throughout the world who reported to them. Unlike the Abernathy Clan, they’d done away with a single leader to prevent stupidity and stagnation from taking over and running the Clan into the ground.

Much like Rodolfo Abernathy had done to his Clan.

“Wow,” Daniel said. “I’m honored.”

Jocko waved his gratitude away. “Don’t give me that crap. Will ye, or won’t ye? I need an answer sooner rather than later, because honestly? I don’t have another choice in mind.”

He looked at Callie. “What do you think?”

“I think you should do it.” She grinned. “Does this mean I can now blow up cockatrice at will?”

Daniel smiled. “Ah, my vicious little pet. What will I do with you?”

“I can think of a few things.”

“So can I,” Jocko interrupted, “but can we get back to the matter at hand before ye two start going at it like a couple o’ bloody rabbits?”

Daniel nodded. “I’ll do it.”

Jocko clapped his hands together. “Terrific!” He hauled his bulk out of his chair. “Now let’s eat. I’m famished.”

* * *

As always, dinner tasted delicious. Jocko’s other passion, besides Clan genealogy, was cooking. He never let a guest leave his table hungry. “The Council is meeting tomorrow morning,” Jocko said. “I’ll be telling them my decision then. Expect a phone call.”

“Wow, that’s…fast,” Daniel replied.

“I told ye, we want to get a new bunch in as soon as possible. Any dickering around could cost us in a big way. I don’t need to tell ye what I mean, do I?”

Daniel shook his head. “No. I know what you mean.”

“Good!”

Callie let out a nervous laugh. “I was afraid you were going to yell at us.”

“Fer what?”

“For meeting with Lina and Elain while you were gone.”

He smiled. “I didn’t say this, but I suspected Lacey had something up her sleeve. It’s not often she tells me to pack a bag and get the hell out of town, but when she does, I listen.” He laughed and winked at her. “I can’t be responsible for something when I wasn’t here, now, can I?”

He let out a sigh. “Eh, Rodolfo Abernathy’s crawling up my kilt demanding a meeting. I suspect I know exactly what that meeting is about. For starters, he’s gonna demand we hand Elain Pardie over to him. And I can tell ye, knowing the Lyall brothers like I do, that it ain’t happening. Rightfully so.”

The humor completely disappeared from his face. “Let’s quit pissin’ around in the garden, shall we, Daniel?” He tipped his head toward Callie. “Yer mate is a right powerful woman. Lina is a goddess. Apparently, Elain Pardie is a Seer and an Alpha shifter. I don’t think it’s any mistake events are converging the way they are.”

He shook his head. “There’s gonna have to be a Council meeting to hear the challenges. There ain’t no other way around it. And it’ll have to play out however it does. I can’t imagine Rodolfo Abernathy, after waitin’ all these years to collect on that oath, would simply settle for a check and a friendly handshake. He’s gonna want a woman or blood. We’ll have to wait until after that part of fate plays out to figure our next move.”

He leaned forward in his chair. “I would never tell ye to openly dishonor a blood oath. The risk of a Clan war is too great. But that’s not to say after a challenge is issued and a ruling decreed that something can’t…happen to make Elain…disappear, as it were. Ye following me, boyo?” He glanced Callie’s way before arching a shaggy eyebrow at Daniel.

Daniel slowly nodded. “I am.”

“This very likely is Abernathy’s last stand.” He scratched his chin. “In fact, last time I saw the bloody bastard, back in Brussels, I told him I’d take his fucking nose off if he came sniffin’ around our pack.” He smiled at Daniel. “So don’t feel like ye got to hold back around him and be all diplomatic like. The arsehole only understands brute force.”

His expression turned downright grim. “I also talked to Andel Wattersson yesterday, and he said he found out there’s a new nest of cockatrice popped up somewhere in New England, hereabouts. He’s not sure where yet, but they’re working on it. He hasn’t told Lina about it yet because he’s worried about her condition and knows this needs to get settled first. But it will be yer next big business, and we’re gonna need yer leadership. And I also talked to Ortega Montalvo after I got off the phone with Andel.”

“Who?” Daniel asked.

Jocko smiled. “An old near and dear friend of mine. His jaguar Clan is in Bolivia.”

Daniel and Callie both put the pieces together. “Ahh,” they said.

Jocko nodded. “He gave sanctuary to Liam for all those years. I called him up to thank him and offer him my gratitude.” His smile turned to a predatory grin. “I don’t suppose ye recall a story about a Gathering last century, do ye, Daniel? About a certain wolf gettin’ himself in trouble with the jaguars?”

Daniel arched his eyebrows. “Oh, fuck me, I’d forgotten about that!”

Jocko cackled with glee. “He asked me to keep him informed of Rodolfo’s whereabouts. I told him I’d be happy to oblige. Liam was very helpful to him over the years, and he wants to make Rodolfo’s life as miserable as possible in the meanwhile.” Jock slapped his thigh. “Wouldn’t you just know it, he’s coming up here to Maine in a couple of days for a long, extended visit. He’s interested in talking with the dragons about hunting down some cockatrice that caused havoc for a cousin of his in Brazil a couple o’ years ago. Ain’t that something?”

“That’s something all right,” Daniel agreed.

Jocko’s good humor dissipated again. “Yer gonna need a strong stomach and a brassy set of balls fer what’s ahead, boyo. Yer gonna be named head of the Council. Ye ready for it?”

He looked at Callie, who smiled at him. He turned back to Jocko. “I’ll be ready for it.”

* * *

Daniel didn’t have to wait long for the call. Jocko rolled him out of bed at six eighteen the next morning.

“Didn’t wake ye, did I, boyo?”

Daniel squinted at the clock. “Holy crap, I knew you said you’d meet this morning, but I thought you meant after dawn.”

Jocko’s laugh rolled through the phone. “I called everyone last night. We all agreed unanimously to put ye on, effective immediately. Oh, and yer the new Council leader. Congratulations.”

That dragged the last of the sleep out of Daniel’s system. He sat up. Callie mumbled something at him from the other side of the bed and rolled over. “What?” Daniel asked.

“Yer the new head o’ the Council, effective as of last night. Thought I’d let ye get some sleep before I told ye. Meeting at nine this morning, my house. Eh, leave yer mate at home. I know she’s got powers, but this is special. No offense.”

“None taken.” He glanced over at Callie, who’d gone back to sleep. She wouldn’t be happy, but she’d understand. “I’ll be there.”

“Good. See ye then.” Daniel was listening to a dial tone in his ear.

He hung up the phone and decided against trying to go back to sleep.

* * *

Daniel studied the faces in Jocko’s living room. “So what’s this really about?” he asked. “What didn’t you tell me yesterday? I distinctly remember at one point you said ‘challenges,’ plural.”

None of the four men and one woman looked happy to be there. Jocko’s normally friendly demeanor had fled. “It’s serious, boyo. We needed to make sure ye were on board before we told ye everything.” He looked at the other Council members, none of them younger than two hundred, before he continued. “As head of the Council, it’s yer job to handle this.”

“Handle what?”

“There’s another wrinkle in the situation with Rodolfo Abernathy. He called me yesterday morning, before I met with ye, screaming his fool head off not just about Elain Pardie, but about some coyote girl, too.”

Daniel arched an eyebrow. “Girl?”

“Well, she’s twenty-one, but might as well be a pup.”

“Why doesn’t he call her Clan? We’re on good terms with coyotes, as far as I know, but they’re not our Clan. I mean, I thought we were on good terms with the coyotes, or is that something else you didn’t tell me?”

“We are. But Rodolfo’s great-grandson, Paul Abernathy, knocked her up. Rodolfo’s demanding we hand her over.”

Daniel thought he misheard something. “Wait a minute. We?”

Jocko nodded. “I’m getting there. This is why it’s our business. He also now knows for certain Elain Pardie is mated to the Lyalls. He’s had someone down there followin’ everyone around. He’s demanding a hearing before the Council. He’s issuing two challenges.”

“Aaand… I’m guessing that’s a bad thing?”

“Ayuh.”

“I don’t understand. If the coyote was mated to this joker, why’d she leave? And again, why do ‘we’ have to hand her over?”

“I said I’m getting there. She wasn’t mated to the guy. Wasn’t marked, either. But she is now. And not to her pup’s father.”

Daniel’s train of thought had arrived at the station. “Don’t tell me she’s mated to the Lyall brothers, too?”

Jocko shook his head. “No. Micah Donavan claimed her. You know who he is. I got that information from Lacey.”

Okay, train of thought derailed again. “Huh? But he’s mated already. He marked that guy, didn’t he?” That amusing gossip of Micah’s mating to a man had spread throughout the Clan faster than a prairie wildfire in high winds.

“Ayuh. See where this gets complicated?”

Daniel suspected he must have missed something. “Can we please start over?”

Jocko wryly smiled. “It’s as complicated as it sounds. Micah Donavan and his mate, a human, were both straight men. Micah claimed him as his One. Apparently, the girl was shifted and stowed away in one of the cars when Lina and everyone left here to go back to Florida. When they returned to the Lyalls’ place, Micah immediately knew she was shifted and went after her, just to ping on her as his mate, too.”

Daniel sat there for a moment, trying to absorb that information. “So he claimed her? What about the Code? He wouldn’t violate that.”

“Ayuh. He didn’t. She was neither marked nor mated when he claimed her.”

“But… he already had a mate?”

“Yep.”

“Buuuut… she’s pregnant by Paul Abernathy?”

Jocko nodded. “He’d ordered her to get an abortion. They weren’t really a couple. He was just, eh, using her for a piece of tail, forgive the pun.”

Daniel rubbed at his forehead. “Fuck. Me. Is it too early to start drinking?”

Jocko heaved himself out of his chair and headed for the kitchen. “I’ve got some scotch I been savin’ for just such an occasion.”

“What, to toast the passing of the torch to some poor schmuck who has to deal with a bunch of shit?”

Jocko turned. “Nope. To the beginning of the end of the Abernathys.”

* * *

Daniel wasn’t looking forward to making these phone calls. He’d have to follow protocol and contact Mark Telford first, then Aindreas Lyall.

During the drive home a couple of hours later after being filled in on a bunch of other stuff he wished he didn’t know, he had finally gotten over the worst of feeling like the sacrificial lamb. As Jocko and the other Council members had explained, they wanted new blood. Fierce blood.

Someone with a dog in the fight, as it were. He was friends with Lina and her crew, as well as the Lyalls. And his parents had been killed by the cockatrice.

Jocko wasn’t fooling him in the least. The Council was smart enough to know they didn’t want to appoint an entire new Council without ensuring the elected leader had a personal and vested interest in doing everything possible to make sure they didn’t just roll over and show their bellies to the Abernathys in the interest of maintaining peace.

But they were all long in the tooth and not up to leading a battle. They’d paid their dues, some of them literally in blood, over the years.

Daniel pulled his truck into the drive and sat there for a moment. Along with having to deal with this mess his first day as head of the Clan Council, he’d also been secretly charged with coming up with other names to fill the remaining positions. People he knew shared his views. People he trusted.

People who wouldn’t be afraid to kick a little ass.

He walked inside where he found Callie in the kitchen and making a batch of banana bread from the recipe Lacey had given her. She tipped her cheek to him for a kiss, then frowned when he stepped away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Technically, I’m not supposed to say.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Oh, reeeeallly?”

He smiled and gave her another peck on the cheek. “Down, pet. Of course I’m going to tell you.” His expression hardened. “You cannot, however, tell anyone else.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re Prime edicting me?”

He didn’t answer. He reached out, hooked a finger through the chain collar she wore locked around her neck twenty-four seven, and gently tugged.

Nothing else needed to be said. Message received. She cast her eyes downward. “Yes, Sir,” she meekly said.

“Good girl.” He released her collar after kissing her, this time on the lips. While she continued mixing, he filled her in. By the time he finished, she’d forgotten about the batter she was preparing and stared at him in astonishment.

“Is this what Lacey and Lina were warning us about?”

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. “I believe so, pet.”

“You look pretty grim.”

“I feel pretty grim. I’m not looking forward to making these calls.”

“They’ll understand. I’m sure they will. They know all about the cockatrice. And from what I understand, they’re no strangers to Rodolfo Abernathy’s reputation, either.”

“Yeah, but I know if someone called me and told me there was a challenge about my mate, I’d want to reach through the phone and rip his balls off. Times that by two.”

“Let me fry this guy. C’mon, Sir. Please? It’ll only take me a minute.”

He chuckled. “No, pet. As much as I’d love to turn you loose on him, we can’t do that. That’s only inviting them to turn against us as a Clan and possibly rally support for their position from others.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Who in their fucking right mind would ever support Rodolfo Abernathy? The nicest thing I’ve ever heard said about him was that he was as crazy as a rabid Mississippi squirrel!”

“Think about it, pet,” he said. “One of the things that’s kept the peace with us and other Clans, not just wolf Clans but other shifter races, is our Code of the Ancients. That we don’t take others’ mates. No matter how different the shifter races are, there are two sacred things you don’t mess with—mates and pups. Well, children. How does it look that in not one, but two cases, we’d be seemingly turning a blind eye to challenges? It would go a long way to suddenly destroying the trust others have for our Clan.”

Her face fell. “Oh.”

He nodded. “Yeah, oh.” He pushed himself away from the counter. “I’m going to be in my office. Please don’t disturb me. I’ll be out when I finish.” He kissed her one more time.

“Yes, Sir.”

He turned at the kitchen doorway. “Oh, and pet?”

“Yes, Sir?”

He smiled. “I’m probably going to be in the mood to vent more than a little frustration when I get done. Make sure the playroom’s ready.”

She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”

* * *

Daniel sat down at his desk and took a deep breath as he stared at his cell phone.

Cowboy up, numbnuts. You accepted this gig. Now fucking do it.

He grabbed his phone and pulled up Mark Telford’s number. Jocko had given it and quite a few other numbers to him during their meeting.

They were all now grouped in his Google Contacts under the heading FMN.

Fuck. Me. Now.

Because that’s what he felt like now that he’d accepted the job.

Fucked.

He’d met Mark Telford a couple of times, but they weren’t close friends or anything. It rang a couple of times before Mark answered.

“Hello?” The voice sounded cautious, guarded.

“Hi, Mark. This is Daniel Blackestone. I’m calling you from the Clan compound in Maine.”

Immediately, Daniel sensed a change in Mark’s tone, growing friendly, open. “Oh! Hi, Blackie! Hey, how you doing?”

“To be honest, I’ve had better days.”

“What?”

He started with the easy part, that he was now not only on the Council, but head of the Council.

“Congratulations. I wondered if Jocko would ever retire.”

“Yeah. About that. Unfortunately, he dicked me over.”

Mark’s tone grew guarded again, which Daniel had expected. “What? That doesn’t sound like Jocko.”

“He’s not the only one dicking me over, though.” Daniel took a deep breath. “Tell me about the Lyalls and Elain Pardie. And while you’re at it, tell me about Micah Donovan and his new mate.”

He gave Mark points for style and avoiding the first part of the comment. “You mean Jim? He’s a nice guy. Micah’s crazy about him.” He laughed. “I thought for sure the Clan gossip would have reached you all up there by now.”

“I’m not talking about Jim. I mean Micah’s other mate. The coyote shifter. The one I will shortly have Rodolfo Abernathy crawling up my poop chute over. After he tries to separate me from my sac over Elain Pardie being mated to the Lyalls despite the blood oath his Clan had with her ancestors.”

Momentary silence. Then, a long, deep sigh. “Fuck.”

“Yeah. That. I’ve said that a lot in the past couple of hours. Let me tell you what I heard, then you correct me where I’m wrong, okay?”

Resignation now colored Mark’s tone. He knew he couldn’t bullshit Daniel over any of this. “Sure.”

When they were both up to speed, Mark had returned to the open tone of voice that told Daniel they were once again allies. “So what do you want me to do on this end?” Mark asked.

“Nothing. Not right now, at least. This is a courtesy call. I just wanted to talk to you first. My next call is to Aindreas Lyall. I didn’t want you blindsided on the back end by him ripping your ear off over the phone. And yes, I will make sure he knows you didn’t rat him out, that I found out from other sources first.”

Mark laughed in his ear. “Let me know how that works for you. He’s going to tell you to go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on.”

“Yeah, and it’s not that simple, unfortunately. I need you, Aindreas and his brothers, their mate, and Micah and his mates up here for a Council hearing.” He took the tone, the Alpha head of the Council tone that would brook no resistance, with him. “Pronto.”

Mark went silent for a moment. “Fuck,” he said.

“Yeeeahh. Exactly. I don’t want to be a dick and throw my weight around, but I also don’t need you guys down there making me look like a fucking douche, either. I need some cooperation here. You know as well as I do there’s no way in fucking hell any of us are going to let Abernathy get his way in this, but we have to, at least publically, give him a hand job and tickle his balls for the benefit of all the other Clans, or there will be serious shit to pay later down the road. Understand?”

Mark finally laughed again. “Fuck me sideways. Jocko picked the right man for the job.”

“No thanks, I don’t swing that way, but I appreciate the compliment. Have a good one.”

Daniel smiled as he hung up over Mark’s laughter on the other end of the line. He knew he could count on Mark as backup on this subject.

Hmm. I think I’ll add him to the top of my mental list of potential Council members.

He stared at the phone for a moment. That call had gone easier than he’d hoped. At the best, he’d expected guarded acceptance of the situation, not helpful welcoming of his ascension to the—cue the heavenly horns—exalted poo-bah status of head of the Clan Council.

He knew if someone called him about his good friends and told him there was a perennial prick out there to take away not only the love of their life, whom they’d looked for over a century, but the mate of their close friend and cousin, too, he wouldn’t be quite so accommodating.

Fortunately for him, as Callie was fond of saying, he had a way with words.

Actually, she said he had a magic tongue. Same thing.

All right, let’s do this. He pulled up Ain Lyall’s number and hit send.

The phone rang twice before Ain answered. His tone didn’t sound guarded.

Yet.

“Hi, Blackie,” Ain said. “What’s up?”

“Well, a lot’s happened in the past twenty-four hours. You got a few minutes?”

“Um, sure.”

Again, Daniel started with the easy part of the information, that he was now head of the Clan Council and the information about the cockatrice.

“Lina and her guys are here. Should I tell them all this?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the only reason I called.”

Now Ain’s tone turned guarded. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think you know why I’m calling.”

Ain let out a ragged breath on the other end. “Abernathy.”

“Yeah. Howling like his tail’s on fire. I’ve already called Mark and gave him a heads-up. And no, he didn’t rat you out, either. Neither did I. Jocko found out from Abernathy himself. But Elain’s not the only reason Abernathy’s upset.”

A momentary silence met that comment. “How the fuck could he know about Mai?”

“Exactly. Apparently he’s had someone down there following all of y’all around. Now you know as well as I do we’ve got to have a Council hearing on all of this so he can air his challenges.”

Now Ain’s tone turned rumbly, growly. “No fucking way are we turning Elain over. Or Mai.”

“Calm down, Ain. You and I are on the same page. Like I told Mark, publically, at least, we need to let Abernathy piss and moan and have his day. It’s going to be a damn kangaroo court, of course, but it needs to at least look to everyone else like we gave him a fair shake so he can’t go whining to everyone about it. If I have to rule in his favor on anything, then you know damn well we’ll make this disappear on the back end, one way or another.”

Daniel wouldn’t have said this next part to anyone but Ain Lyall. He’d already made his mind up, but hadn’t told Jocko, that if he had to rule against Ain, he would ask Callie to fix things. “You know who my mate is. Do you really think I’m going to sit by and let that shit weasel do his thing? We do, however, have to put on a good show.”

Another moment of silence from Ain, but at least when he next spoke, his tone sounded more open. “You sure I can count on you for that?”

“Ain, please. I am not your enemy here. You’re old enough to know how Clan politics work. This is the beginning of the true end for Rodolfo Abernathy and his band of freaky fuckwads. We can’t let him paint us with shit-colored glasses on his way out the door. Capice?”

Ain sighed. “I know you’re right. I just hate like hell to have to do this.”

“So do I, but Abernathy wants a show. We’ll not only give him a show, we’ll make it look like Cirque du fucking Soleil.” He paused. “Can I count on you and your brothers? I swear on the Code of the Ancients, I will have your back on this, but you have to trust me as head of the Council to do things my way.”

“I’m probably going to have to edict the hell out of Brod, Cail, and Elain, but yeah. I trust you.” His tone turned dark. “I’m holding you to it, though. If you screw us over on this, there won’t be anywhere you can hide.”

“Don’t worry. This will work out. I need you up here in a week. Next Friday is full moon, and I’m going to convene the full Council to hear shithead’s challenges. My next call is to his royal fucktardness himself.”

Finally, a laugh out of Ain. “How did Jocko sucker you into this job?”

“That’s exactly it, he suckered me. See you next Friday.”

“Can we bring Lina and the guys up with us?”

Daniel considered it. “Actually, I would strongly suggest you do.” His own tone turned grim. “We might need her help with things, depending on the outcome of the Council meeting. We have to get Abernathy’s bullshit out of the way so we can focus on finding the cockatrice nest and deciding on our next move regarding all that mess.”

Daniel said good-bye to Ain and sat back in his chair. He had Abernathy’s number. Unfortunately, it was the last call he wanted to make. He knew by the time he hung up his blood pressure would be through the roof.

Let’s get it done.

He dialed. A man answered on the fifth ring. “Yeah?”

The lack of basic manners pissed Daniel off to start with. “Rodolfo Abernathy.”

“Hold on.”

After a moment, another, older-sounding man came on the line. “Hello? Rodolfo Abernathy.”

“Daniel Blackestone. You’re expecting my call.”

Daniel wouldn’t call Abernathy’s tone exactly friendly, but he’d tolerate it for a few more minutes, at least. “Ah, about time. When do I get those two women back?”

“First things first. We are having a Clan Council meeting here at our Maine compound. Next Friday at noon.” He took a chance, but as head of the Council, he knew he had latitude. “Be there, and be prepared to present your claims and evidence, or forfeit any and all claims, past, present, and future.”

“What?” the older man sputtered.

Daniel let him rage for about ten seconds before he interrupted him again with as calm a tone as he could muster. Just the sound of the dude’s voice made his skin crawl. “You have our conditions, Abernathy. If you wish your challenges to be heard, you must present them and evidence, in person, at our Clan Council meeting. If you aren’t there, we will declare a forfeit. This is your only option. We get to set the terms of hearing the challenges. You know that.”

A moment of silence passed through the connection. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with, pup,” the man said in a growly tone.

Daniel let out a laugh. “Dude, you have no clue who you’re fucking with.” Daniel hung up on him.

That felt fucking goooood.

After he pulled his thoughts together, he called Jocko and the Council members and updated all of them. Once finished with those chores he stood and stretched.

“Oh, pet!” he called. “Is the playroom ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” he heard Callie respond from the other end of the house.

He smiled as he walked toward the office door. “Good girl.”

Chapter Fourteen

Ain hung up the phone and stared out over the pasture. He’d been fixing a broken strand of barbed wire on one of the fences when Blackie’s call came through. He wasn’t looking forward to a return trip to Maine regardless of how many assurances Blackie gave him.

At least I know he’s a man of his word.

Too bad he couldn’t say the same about Abernathy.

He called Mark.

“I didn’t rat you out, I swear,” his friend said as soon as he answered.

Ain smiled. “I know. Blackie told me. That fucker Abernathy just won’t give up, will he?”

“Nope. I would love to know exactly who his spy is,” Mark said with more than a little growl in his tone. “I’d love to run them out of town on a rail.”

“Settle down. I don’t think it was a local. I think it was that guy Elain saw a couple of times. The same one Lina calls Fat Boy. Lina thinks he’s the one who killed Bertholde out in Yellowstone.”

“Oh. So when are we leaving?”

“Sooner rather than later. I’ll let you know, but probably in the next day or two. I want a chance to plan while we’re up there. I also want to bring Wally, Doug, and Oscar in on this, too, if they can make it.”

“No problem. I think that’s wise.”

“If Abernathy thinks he’s just going to walk in there and take Elain and Mai, he’d better think again.” Ain had to fight to keep the growl out of his voice.

“That’s exactly what he thinks, because he doesn’t understand how a closely knit pack works. Or a closely knit Clan. He’s been on his own for so long he thinks he’s invincible.”

“He’s wrong.”

“You and I both know that. Like Blackie said, we have to put on a show before we put him out of our misery.”

Ain ended the call and put his cell away. He had to complete the fence repair before he could do anything. An hour later, he drove to the main barn and found Brodey.

Brodey frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Trouble.”

Brodey cocked his head, his expression darkening. “I need more than that, bro.”

Ain sighed. “I only want to tell it once. We need everyone together in the house. And I mean everyone. Are the women home yet?” Elain, Lina, and Carla had taken Mai out again that morning. This time just into Arcadia, where all of them were getting their hair and nails done.

“If not, they should be soon. This doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s not. Let’s go.”

Cail was at the house in his office and doing paperwork for the ranch. When Ain and Brodey stepped inside his office, he immediately sensed there was a problem. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t know,” Brodey said. “Ain won’t tell me yet.”

Ain glared at Brodey but let it go. “We need everyone together to talk. Five minutes, in the dining room.”

“Everyone?”

Ain nodded. “Including Lina and her guys. And Micah and Carla and…everyone.”

Cail stood, his expression now equally dark. “Oookay.”

It took a little longer than five minutes to get everyone together, but with a few extra chairs dragged into the dining room from the kitchen and elsewhere, they were ready. Ain looked at everyone and did a quick head count. Brodey and Cail. Elain, Carla, and Liam. Lina, Rick, Jan, Kael, and Zack. Micah, Jim, and Mai.

His family.

His pack.

How could it be that just a few months ago he wondered if they’d ever find their One, and now they had a mate as well as a whole new extended family?

He took a deep breath. “Please let me get through the whole story before anyone starts asking questions or saying anything, all right? I know what I’m about to say is going to be both upsetting but not unexpected.” When everyone had nodded, he continued.

By the time he finished telling the latest events, all the men wore nearly identical dark, murderous expressions, and the women appeared worried.

Poor Mai looked nearly hysterical. “Do we really have to go?” she asked.

Micah put his arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, we do. It’s okay.” He looked at Ain. “You’ll be safe. I promise.”

Ain nodded. “Absolutely. I have Blackie’s word that even if he has to rule against us, he will take care of it on the back end. Unfortunately, I agree with him that we have to make it look legit. We can’t afford the Abernathys picking up any allies because someone thinks we rigged the Council hearing.”

“I won’t go with Abernathy,” Elain said. She looked around the table before looking back at Ain. “I flat will not go with him if Daniel has to rule against us.”

Ain nodded. “Babe, please. Stay calm. This will be okay, but we have to stick together and work together.” He looked at Brodey. “Please get in touch with Wally, Oscar, and Doug. Fill them in and see if they can meet us up in Maine on Wednesday.”

He nodded and left the table.

“So how do you want to handle this?” Rick asked him. “Make it look like Abernathy had a ‘tragic accident’ on his way to the meeting?”

Lina laughed and cracked her knuckles. “Ooh, pick me! Pick me!”

Ain smiled. “No, that would be too obvious. Don’t worry, we will have a plan in place by the time the Council meeting happens.”

“I want another shot at those cockatrice, too,” Lina said. “Maybe we can get a twofer. Take care of Abernathy and frame the cockatrice for it.”

“You realize you’re talking about murder, don’t you?” Carla asked.

Lina smiled at her. “Mom, trust me, if you knew exactly what those bastards have done throughout history, you’d understand why we’re upset.”

Zack agreed. “As a whole, they make guys like Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer look like sweethearts you’d want for a son-in-law.”

Carla looked a little queasy at that. “If you say so.”

Elain tried to put her mind at ease. “We’re just making sure the karma bus runs over them a few times and leaves plenty of tire tread all over their backs.”

* * *

When they finished talking, it was agreed they would leave for Maine the next afternoon. Brodey hadn’t returned yet. Elain hunted him down and found him on the phone in Cail’s office. She closed the office door behind her and perched on the corner of the desk until he finished his call.

He looked up at her. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Can they all come?”

“Yep. That was Wally. I already spoke to Doug and Oscar. They’re going to fly up tomorrow. Wally will drive up. You’ll like them. They’re good guys.”

“That’s what Lina said.” She clasped her hands together in her lap. “Can you take me out and teach me how to shift?” she quietly asked. “Just you and me.”

He opened his arms to her. She moved to sit on his lap, her head tucked against his shoulder. She loved all three of her men, but all three of them had different strengths despite their nearly identical appearance. Brodey was most in touch with his wolf side. Even Ain and Cail admitted that.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You’re not worried about ruining your nails?” he gently teased.

She laughed. “No, they’re dry.” She nuzzled closer, her eyes closed, deeply inhaling his scent. “I need to learn this,” she quietly said. “This isn’t fun and games.”

“No, babe, it’s not, unfortunately.” He rested his chin on top of her head. “And I’ll be serious teaching you,” he added. “I won’t screw around.”

She knew from his tone he was absolutely serious. “Okay. Can we do it now?”

“Yeah. Go change into some running clothes in case we need to use a chase to get you to shift.” He ran his hand up and down the seam of her jeans along her thigh. “Do you want me to have Ain or Cail come with us?”

She shook her head. “No. I want to be able to focus. Will their feelings be hurt?”

“No, babe. I’ll tell them.” He patted her leg. “Meet you outside by the pool in five.”

* * *

Brodey was waiting for Elain by the time she’d changed clothes. He took her by the hand and stared leading her toward the woods behind the house.

“Were Ain and Cail upset?”

“No. Honey, they understand you’ve been through a lot. And they know I’m a good wolf.” He smiled. “I might be the bonehead, but I’m good for a few things.”

“Stop putting yourself down.”

He laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders as they walked. “It’s okay. I know they’re joking. It’s like Cail and me teasing Ain about the stick permanently wedged up his Prime ass. Let’s face it, I do have a tendency to find trouble when there’s nothing serious at stake. I get bored.” He kissed the top of her head. “But now I have you and I have the best reason of all to stay out of trouble.”

They walked for several minutes, until they reached the pond where Elain had thought she’d caught sight of the mysterious shape.

She shivered despite the warm afternoon.

He frowned. “What’s wrong, babe?”

She nervously glanced around. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Honey, with everything that’s happened in the past couple of months, you’ve got to be one of the sanest people I know. Spill it.”

“It’s nothing, I’m sure of it. It was just a trick of the light. I thought I saw…something.”

“What kind of something?”

“That’s just it. Like maybe it was a ghost or something. I don’t know.” She kissed him. “I don’t want to talk about that. I want to learn how to shift.”

He studied her for a moment but finally shook his head. “Okay. First of all, do you remember how you felt the night I chased you?”

She thought about it. “Sort of. To be honest, that’s all really fuzzy.”

He held her hands in his. “Okay. I chased you. You started running. Do you have any recollection about what you felt while you ran?”

She closed her eyes and tried to recall the events of that night. “I don’t know. It’s like I fell into some sort of trance or something. I remembered it suddenly didn’t feel right to be running on only two feet.”

“Good. That’s good, babe.” He gave her hands a gentle squeeze before releasing her. Then he stripped. “The first time I shifted was while I was running, too. Everyone’s different. Some people can shift from when they’re young kids. Some don’t start to shift until after they hit puberty. You didn’t know you were a shifter, so that’s probably why you never shifted sooner.”

He shifted into his wolf form. Like that, he obviously couldn’t talk to her, so he used their mental connection. “When I shift, I really don’t consciously think about it. I just visualize changing into a wolf.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Try it.”

“I’m not sure how.”

“Take your clothes off, for starters.”

She blushed, but started undressing. “You just want to get me naked.”

He chuffed. “Duh. But this time, seriously, I’m not trying to get laid. Well, not yet, anyways.”

Once she was undressed, she closed her eyes again. “Any suggestions?”

“Try picture being a wolf.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“You did it before.”

“Did you actually see me as a wolf?”

“No, but I smelled it when you shifted. You smelled like a wolf. So I know you did it. Just try.”

Elain tried to recall the night of the chase. Everything was so fuzzy. She’d been running, fleeing. Then it turned…

Fun.

She’d always enjoyed running. That was one of the reasons she excelled in cross-country in high school and college. Running was fun and just came naturally to her. She didn’t go jogging on a regular basis, either.

The smell of the breeze she created as she settled into a rhythm, the feel of her feet hitting the trail, the way her blood pumped through her body, her pulse pounding in her ears…

She opened her eyes and looked at Brodey. “I’m stumped.”

He chuffed and barked at her, his tail wagging. “You did it!”

“What?” She looked down and realized the ground was a hell of a lot closer than it should have been. Looking more closely, she realized she had four legs and paws instead of arms and legs and feet and hands.

Startled, she looked up at him. “How did I do that?”

“You need to figure it out, babe.”

“How do I get back into human form?”

“Now, honey, don’t pan—”

“Shit! Brodey, how do I shift back? I don’t know how I shifted!”

He shifted back into human form. “Babe, please, calm down!”

She realized her voice came out sounding as a panicked whine. “Brodey! I don’t want to stay a wolf!”

“You won’t stay a wolf. Just think about shifting back.”

“But I don’t know how I did it! I—”

She was suddenly lying in the dirt. She looked at her hands and broke down crying, relieved.

He laughed as he gathered her to him, rocking her, trying to console her. “Honey, it’s okay,” he gently said. “This is new to you. You’ll get the hang of it.”

“But I need to know how to do this before we go to Maine.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I just get the feeling it’s really important I know how to do this.”

He brushed her hair out of her face. “Do you think it’s related to the Seer stuff?”

She nodded.

“Okay.” He hugged her to him again. “It’s okay. We’re going to keep you safe, I promise. You have to trust us. I’ll help you but you need to stay calm for me.”

They spent the next hour working on her shifting. She finally figured out what to do to reliably shift into a wolf. It was more a feeling than a conscious decision. Visualizing herself as a wolf seemed to help her. Shifting back into human form was easier than shifting from human to wolf. If nothing else, she could rise up on her hind legs and that seemed to help her pull back into human form.

Finally, Brodey dressed and handed her clothes to her. “Lesson’s over for the day. Let’s head back to the house and have a swim.”

“You don’t think I need to practice more?” she asked as she started pulling her shorts on.

“Yes, but not right now. You’re worn out. You did really good today. Seriously. But you need a chance to decompress and rest. The next few days will be pretty stressful.”

“That sounds like an understatement.”

“It is, but it was the best word I could think of.” He smiled. “Come on. We’ll cook steaks for everyone tonight, have some drinks, and chill out before we head up to Maine.”

“Tell me the truth. Is this going to be okay?”

He pulled her into his arms again and kissed her. Not to get into her pants, but the long, slow, sweet kind of kiss that settled her heart and soul and made her want to curl up in his arms and take a nap. “Yes,” he whispered. “It will be okay. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but you will not go with that asshole. I promise.”

She nodded, comforted. With his arm resting reassuringly around her waist, he led her back to the house.

* * *

It didn’t take Elain long to pack. When she finished, she tackled Ain in their bed and had no problems getting him hard. He smiled up at her as she impaled herself on his cock.

“Well, aren’t we eager?” he teased.

“Best way to get to sleep,” she responded.

He grabbed her hips and held her still for a moment, his expression growing serious. “Babe, this is going to be okay. I promise.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you to fuck my brains out.”

Brodey emerged from the bathroom. “Did I hear the magic words ‘fuck my brains out’?”

“Yes, you did,” she said, still trying to move despite Ain holding her still.

“Oh, good.” He jumped onto the bed, making her laugh. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

Cail also emerged from the bathroom. “A little from column A, a little from column B, a little from column 69?”

She giggled. Then her face reddened. Her voice dropped. “I want all three of you,” she whispered.

Ain looked confused. “You have all three of us, babe.”

She tucked her chin, unable to look him in the eyes. “At the same time,” she whispered.

Brodey got it first. “Ahh.” His hand gently stroked her back. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone concerned. “I know I’ve teased you about it—”

She nodded. “I’m sure.” She took a deep breath and fought back her embarrassment to look Ain in the eyes again. “I want all three of you.” The only time she’d had that was the night they’d claimed her. Now, she was ready for it again.

He reached up and stroked her cheek, a sweet smile curling his lips. “Okay. Just tell us to stop if you change your mind.”

She nodded. He pulled her down onto his chest and kissed her while Brodey left the bed for a second. She heard a drawer open and close. Then the mattress dipped behind her as he returned.

Brodey’s hands gently stroked and kneaded her ass, relaxing her even more. She slowly undulated against Ain, her clit rubbing against his cock but not enough to push her over the edge. She paused when she felt Brodey’s fingers slip between her ass cheeks and press against her rim.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked.

She nodded, then looked up at Cail and smiled.

He smiled back as Brodey continued playing with her ass. Changing position, Cail knelt beside Ain, where she could reach his cock. Ain’s hands found her breasts and started playing with her nipples as she flicked her tongue across the head of Cail’s cock.

Behind her, she felt cool lube drizzle onto her ass and ignored it, focusing on Cail’s cock. Brodey gently pressed one finger into her, holding still until she started wiggling her ass at him again to slowly fuck her with it.

Cail tasted good, salty pre-cum sliding down her tongue as she deep-throated him. She wanted as much of him, as much of all of her men, inside her as she could get. She closed her eyes. Brodey paused, then added more lube and a second finger. The slight pinch as he stretched her ass a little more made her hiss before it started feeling really good again.

“More,” she thought to all of them. She wanted more. As much as she could take.

“Good girl,” Brodey whispered, leaning forward and kissing her spine before sitting up again and adding a third finger to her ass.

The stretching sensation made her whimper until it transformed into pleasure. Deep inside her, she felt her release building, but not yet enough to get her over the edge.

Cail’s fingers tightened in her hair. “I’m going to blow if you don’t hurry, Brod.”

“Just a minute. Hold your horses.” He slowly finger-fucked her ass a little longer until he was satisfied she was ready. She moaned in disappointment when he withdrew his hand.

He chuckled. “Hold on, baby. Just a second.” She heard him squirt more lube out, then felt the cool sensation of it against her stretched ass.

The emptiness was quickly filled by the head of his cock. She tried to press back against him, but he put a hand in the middle of her back, holding her flat against Ain.

“No, just let me drive,” Brodey said. He took his time, frustrating her as the pinch quickly turned into a pleasant fullness.

She whined against Cail’s cock, making him twitch in her mouth. He grabbed her head and forced her to hold still. His voice sounded tight, strained. “Wait a minute, baby. I need to hold back or I’m going to explode.”

Brodey slowly started moving, pausing to add even more lube before he sat up, grabbed her hips, and started fucking her.

He let her move, and she let out a loud moan as the extra fullness in her ass pressed Ain’s cock straight against her G-spot.

Ain let out a grunt. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said. He pinched her nipples, and she cried out as the sensation released her first orgasm.

Cail groaned and started fucking her mouth with his cock. All she could do was moan around him as he easily slid deep into her throat with each stroke. Brodey and Ain found a rhythm and all she could do was hold on for the ride as their cocks fucked and stretched her, pulling more pleasure from her body.

It felt like white heat engulfed her clit as she let go and moaned again. Her mind seemed to step outside her body. For a brief second, she saw herself kneeling on her hands and knees, pregnant but begging Cail to fuck her senseless. Then the feel of Brodey’s balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her slammed her mind back into her head. The sound of her sucking filled the room, accompanied by her men’s groans as they each tried to catch up with her.

“I’m close,” Ain said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t wait on me,” Brodey said.

She felt Ain’s cock explode inside her first, triggering yet another spasm in her clit. Then Cail’s cock hardened and his balls emptied, filling her mouth with his tangy juices. She hungrily moaned, eager to swallow every drop as she tried to fuck Ain and Brodey.

Brodey dug his fingers in the way she loved and fucked her, hard, until she felt his cock shoot his cum deep inside her. The last remnants of her own climax still tingled inside her clit as they all fell still onto the bed.

Ain spoke first, his voice sounding nervous. “Are you okay?”

She giggled, too sated and tired to speak. She nipped his arm, which had ended up close to her mouth.

“Ow,” he said, but she heard the smile in his voice. “I think that’s a yes.”

She winced as Brodey carefully withdrew. Closing her eyes, she felt the mattress move and heard him turn on the bathroom light. She heard water running in the sink. Then he returned a minute later and she felt him wiping her with a wet washcloth.

“Mmm.” She felt cared for. Loved.

Thoroughly fucked and owned.

She giggled again.

“I think that’s a good sign,” Cail said as he stretched out next to her.

“Mmm hmm.”

Brodey kissed first one ass cheek, then the other. She heard him return to the bathroom briefly, then turn the light off, and the mattress dipped again.

She wasn’t about to move from where she was draped over Ain’s body, his soft cock still embedded inside her.

Brodey stretched out on their other side and rested his hand on the small of her back. “Good night, sweetie.”

“Mmm.” Elain crashed into sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Daniel looked up at the sound of the knock on his door. “Pet, is everything ready?” he called out.

He heard her reply from the kitchen. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

“Good girl.” He walked to the front door and answered it. Three men stood there, the first nearly seven feet tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair and darkly tanned skin. His golden eyes peered down at Daniel.

Daniel stuck out his hand. “Ortega Montalvo?”

The man slowly smiled and engulfed Daniel’s hand with his huge one. “Daniel Blackestone?” His accented English richly rolled from his mouth.

“Please, come in,” Daniel said.

The jaguar glided in, followed by his two stony-faced men. “These are my brothers, Ricardo and Juan,” he said. Each man offered Daniel a brief smile as they shook hands with him before their faces returned to their previous hard expressions. While Ortega was the tallest, the other two brothers, who strongly resembled their older brother, were nearly as large. They all wore neatly pressed slacks and spotless, button-up, long-sleeved shirts that accentuated their lithe muscles.

Once the four men were seated in the living room, and Callie was introduced to them and had brought them all drinks and appetizers, Daniel didn’t waste any more time. “The Clan Council meeting is tomorrow. I understand you have a vested interest in being there.”

Ortega nodded. “I do. I have talked with Jocko, and he assures me your view on the Abernathys is identical to ours. I do understand your position and how you must…as you say, keep appearances. Protocols.”

Daniel nodded. “Glad we’re on the same page. I would like to propose a formal partnership.” He detailed what had happened with the dragons and cockatrice, as well as Abernathy’s suspected involvement in some of it, but left out the parts about the Tablet. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I’m hoping I can rule against Abernathy without any problem. But if I have to rule in his favor on one or both of those counts—”

“We will be more than happy to step in and assist, as it were.” Ortega smiled, exposing a row of white, even teeth. If he was this terrifying as a human, Daniel imagined he could induce britches-shitting horror in a person when he was shifted. “That way, your Clan is off the hook.”

“Exactly. In return, we will include you in everything regarding the cockatrice. And lend you any help you need in your territory.”

Ortega nodded after glancing at his brothers. He picked at the crease in his slacks before looking back up at Daniel. “It is true what we’ve heard about the Tablet of Trammel?”

Daniel glanced at Callie before returning his attention to the jaguar. “I don’t know. What have you heard about it?”

He settled back in his chair, his massive arms crossed over his chest. “That the cockatrice want it. That they, possibly working in conjunction with the Abernathys, are the ones who killed Bertholde? Bertholde was a great friend to our Clan. She was well loved by many of our kind.” His expression darkened. “We take it personally that she was killed.”

Daniel glanced at Callie again. She sent him a long, single blink. Their cue that he could confide in the jaguar.

He returned his attention to Ortega. “Needless to say, this information does not leave this room.”

Ortega looked to each of his brothers in turn, who nodded. Then back to Daniel. “Yes. Absolutely. You have our word.”

Daniel went back and amended his earlier story to Ortega. This time when he finished, the jaguar silently sat for a long time, his gaze on the floor, his jaw working for several minutes. Eventually, he looked back up at Daniel. “You are a keeper of the Tablet again, aren’t you?”

Daniel nodded.

Ortega slowly nodded. “My grandfather was killed by the cockatrice. Fucking bastards. He went with goodwill to talk with them at their request. To negotiate. They had declared a truce. They murdered him and left his body in the middle of a muddy road like he was trash. They shot him in the back. That was ninety-six years ago, and we never caught the bastards.”

“My parents were killed by them. Believe me, I understand your pain.”

Ortega briskly nodded. “I am sick of these…things. Wolves, dragons, bears, many cats. All the other races. Even the vampires, for crying out loud, as you say in English. For eons we have coexisted, mostly with no ill will. Or, at least, live and let live. With extremely few exceptions. We all have in common that we don’t wish our secrets to get out and we leave each other alone. These cockatrice bastards have no honor. They kill women and children without remorse. They are filth.”

“Preaching to the choir, mister,” Daniel said.

“This Abernathy. He is not much better than the cockatrice.”

“Agreed.”

Ortega nodded. “You have our support and brotherhood.” He extended a meaty hand to Daniel, who shook with him. “Tell us what you would like us to do tomorrow.”

Daniel stood with a smile. “Let’s talk about it while we eat. Callie’s laid out a huge spread. I hope you like turkey.”

Ortega and his brothers all stood. He smiled. “It smells wonderful. My stomach has been grumbling since I walked in the door.”

* * *

After dinner, they reconvened in the living room. Ricardo and Juan had opened up between the huge dinner and three bottles of Riesling shared between them. Daniel found them chatty, funny, and best of all, as detesting of the cockatrice and the Abernathys as their older brother.

“I suppose killing this man is not a viable option?” Ortega asked.

Daniel laughed. “He’d be dead already if it were.”

“That’s for sure,” Callie snarked from where she was perched on the arm of Daniel’s chair.

“I am not in the loop, as you say, for all things in this country. I do, however, hear a lot of rumors at Gatherings and from cousins and other families. Rodolfo Abernathy has a bad reputation among many. My experience with him was very typical. Explain to me why, exactly, killing him is not an option, please.”

Daniel’s smile held little humor. “Believe me, it has nothing to do with desire. But we have protocols to follow. We can’t have him end up dead in our Clan compound after we’ve had a go-round with him.”

“But if he were to end up dead some other time and place?”

“We certainly wouldn’t miss him. I don’t want our Clan involved in those kinds of rumors though. The last thing I want is to develop that kind of reputation. Our Clan has done a lot over the past couple of centuries to help maintain peace between not only our Clan and race, but other Clans and other shifter races. I personally have friends who are dragons, bears, and cougars, not just wolves.”

Ortega templed his fingers in front of him in contemplation. “But,” he slowly said, “no one would mourn Abernathy’s passing?”

“No. Especially if it looked like an unfortunate accident,” Daniel said.

Ortega nodded. “Good.” He smiled again. “Tomorrow should be interesting.”

Chapter Sixteen

“We have a slight change of plans,” Daniel said as he walked into Lacey’s dining room. “That was Andel Wattersson. He has a new lead on the cockatrice.” He handed Kael a piece of paper. “They’re about ten miles outside of Bangor, to the north and a little east, if the information’s correct.”

“Let’s go,” Lina said.

Jan grabbed her arm as she bounced up from her seat at the dining room table. “Calm down, lovely. I don’t know if you should be going anywhere in this condition.”

“You want to try rephrasing that?” Lina snapped at him.

Lacey laughed. “Jan, don’t worry. You’ll have more trouble on your hands if you try to keep her here.”

Rick looked at a map on his phone. “I don’t know if we can make it there and back before the Council meeting.” He looked at Daniel. “What should we do?”

“You should go,” Elain said. “Seriously. If you have a chance to get these fuckers, do it.” She realized what she said and looked at Ain, who only shook his head and laughed.

Lina looked worried. “You sure?”

“It’s okay,” Daniel said. “I’ll send Callie with you all after the cockatrice. The Montalvo brothers will be here any minute to go over final details. When we’re done at the Council meeting, I’ll call you, and if you’re still there and need us, we can all head on up there for backup.”

Zack pretended to hold up a rifle and imitated Elmer Fudd. “Kill da cockatwice…kill da cockatwice”

“That’s horrible,” Lina said as she laughed. “You’ll make me wet myself.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting them. Lacey went to answer it and returned a moment later followed by Ortega Montalvo and his brothers.

Ortega broadly smiled when he spotted Liam, who stood to greet him. “Liam!” The men embraced. “It is very good to see you here,” Ortega said.

“It’s good to see ye, too, Ortega.” He indicated Elain and Carla. “This is my daughter, Elain, and her mum, Carla Taylor.”

Ortega looked a little confused. “But I thought your mate died.”

“She did. This is Elain’s adopted mom.”

“Ah. Congratulations, my friend!”

Liam laughed. “No, she raised Elain. My mate and Carla were friends.”

“Ah! I understand now. My apologies.”

“Don’t worry,” Elain snarked. “It’s gotten pretty confusing around here the past few weeks.”

With introductions out of the way, Daniel detailed his plan to the others with Ortega contributing where needed. Should it be necessary to rule against Elain or Mai, the Montalvos would then bring their own challenge of an honor debt against Abernathy. Of course, Abernathy would reject the claim due to not being a member of that Clan. Daniel would rule that since Mai and Elain were of their Clan, they could be used as collateral for the honor debt and Ortega Montalvo and his brothers would immediately take custody of the two women and whisk them away to a safe house.

“Isn’t that kind of risky?” Jim nervously asked as he looked at Mai. Of the two men, he was by far the more overprotective one.

Daniel nodded. “It’s the best shot we have. We thought about the Montalvos abducting the women from the Abernathys, but that’s far too risky and gives Abernathy too much contact with them. It’d be too easy for him to hurt one or both of them.”

Brodey nodded. “I hate to admit it, but it’s the best way to do it. It’s bullshit, and everyone will know it’s bullshit, but everyone also knows what Abernathy’s son tried to do to Ortega’s daughter that time. No one will question it, and they’ll see Abernathy as getting the screwing he so rightfully deserves.”

“And then we just have to live on the run for the rest of our lives?” Elain asked.

“No,” Cail said. “We’ll sell and relocate. All of us.”

“What, you mean pick up and move to Bolivia?”

“Exactly,” Ain said, serious.

“So you’re telling me because this rabid jackass might get his way, we have to uproot our lives?”

“No one said it was a perfect solution, Elain,” Daniel said.

“It’s bullshit, is what it is.” She looked around the room. “I say we take the fucker out and be done with it.”

“We can’t,” Ain replied, his voice calm and patient. “That would play into exactly what he wants, a Clan war. No sane person wants that.”

“I’m not feeling particularly sane right now,” Elain shot back.

“Look,” Zack said. “Regardless, right now, we need to get going if we want any chance of making it back here before noon. Come on, kiddies. We have cockatrice to cook.”

Lina pulled herself out of her chair. “Let me hit the potty again.”

Mark stood. “Oscar, Wally, Doug, and I will go with them.”

Ain nodded. “That’s a good idea.

“Meanwhile,” Lacey said as she grabbed Elain’s arm, “you and I are going down to the thinking rock for a talk.”

Ain stood. “We’ll come, too.”

Lacey waved him down. “Nonsense. She and I need some time together.”

Lina returned from the bathroom. “Hey, give me hugs, you two.” She hugged Mai and Elain. “We’ll see you in a couple of hours, regardless.” She looked Elain in the eye. “Okay?”

Elain felt a wave of certainty from her friend and smiled. Whatever Lina had sensed, she apparently knew Elain and Mai would be all right. “Okay.”

Lina grinned. “Exactly.” She turned and headed for the front door. “Allons-y!”

“I’ve got to make her quit watching Doctor Who,” Zack grumbled as he followed her out the door.

* * *

Elain walked down to the thinking place with Lacey. “Lina knows something, doesn’t she?” Elain asked.

“Knows what?”

“Exactly,” Elain said. “She seemed pretty certain this would all work out okay.”

“Oh. Well then, I would suggest not worrying.” Lacey smiled.

From their serene perch, Elain looked out over the water. “He won’t give up without a fight, though. Will he?”

Lacey shrugged. “That I don’t know. Not likely, knowing his past history.”

They didn’t have long before they would have to head back so they could go to the Council hall. “What do I do?”

“Follow your instincts. And I don’t just mean today. I mean in your life as a whole. Always trust your instincts. You are a Seer. You are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You’re a strong, Alpha wolf. Let your heart guide you, even if it flies in the face of reason or what anyone else tells you.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be.” Lacey looked at her. “There’s no reason to be scared. Trust yourself.”

“That sounds like a cop-out answer.”

“It’s not. You have no idea how strong you are. Mentally, physically. You’re a tough woman.”

“What have you seen in your visions?”

“About today? Nothing in particular.” She smiled. “I have seen enough about the future, however, to know I can tell you to relax and let your intuition guide you.”

Elain took a deep breath. “In other words, I need to go through this.”

“Yep.”

“Are you coming, too?”

Lacey’s face darkened. “I’d rather not set my eyes on that bastard. I’d be liable to do something even Daniel and Callie couldn’t save me from.”

Chapter Seventeen

They showed up at the Council meeting hall at a quarter till noon. Elain spotted the three jaguar brothers seated in the shadows in the far corner of the meeting hall.

Ain leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Remember, stay calm. If this goes against us, just follow Daniel’s lead.”

She nervously nodded.

Ain looked around. “I don’t see any sign of fuckwad.”

Mai nodded from inside the comfort of Micah’s arm around her shoulder. “I don’t see Paul anywhere, either.”

Daniel was already on the dais with Jock and the Council members. He walked down to meet them and shook Ain’s and Micah’s hands. “You guys ready?”

“Yeah,” Ain said. He tipped his head toward the jaguars. “Are they?”

Daniel grinned and lowered his voice. “Oh, they’re chomping at the bit and no sign of Abernathy yet.” He glanced at his watch. “They have exactly eleven minutes to get here before I declare both challenges invalid and we’re all off the hook.”

“Can we get that lucky?” Ain asked.

“Fuck,” Micah grumbled, tapping him on the shoulder. “I don’t think so.” He pointed at the window where a large, black limo had just pulled into the parking lot.

“Shit,” Ain said.

“Yeah. We need to get this dog and pony show on the road,” Daniel said.

* * *

Rodolfo and his entourage entered the Council hall to a low chorus of grumbling growls. It was obvious to Elain that the men had no friends in that room unless he brought them with him.

Daniel took his place on the dais at noon and banged his gavel. “Quiet, please. As you all know, I’ve been appointed the new head of our Clan Council by unanimous vote of the other Council members. As such, we’re here today to hear the challenge of Rodolfo Abernathy.”

Rodolfo didn’t even get out of his wheelchair. “Thank you for allowing me to speak. This business won’t take long. I’m simply looking for a return of what rightfully belongs to me.”

Voices around the chamber booed and hissed and growled, drowning him out. Abernathy tried to speak over the voices, but they soon shouted him down until the meeting chamber was in an uproar.

Daniel grabbed the gavel and banged it on the dais until the voices lowered to a disconcerted rumble. “Enough!” he yelled. “Quiet!”

When he finally had everyone’s attention, he pointed at Rodolfo Abernathy. “You wanted to speak, so speak.”

As Abernathy looked out over the gathered assembly, his wizened visage didn’t fool Elain in the slightest. He might be an old wolf, but she suspected he had more than a few tricks up his sleeve.

Mai leaned in close. “I don’t like him,” she nervously whispered.

“Neither do I,” Elain muttered back, draping an arm around her friend’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

I hope.

“I’ve come here today,” Abernathy said, “to stake two claims and declare two challenges. The first is that we have a blood oath which must be honored. Elain Pardie, as the first female born to an Alpha male from Ysimel’s line, was supposed to be turned over to our Clan when she came of age. This is according to the terms of the blood oath.”

Then the old wolf looked their way. Elain felt Mai shiver next to her. Micah and Jim put their hands on Mai’s shoulders to reassure her, while Elain grabbed her hand and squeezed.

“The second challenge,” Abernathy said, “is to Mai Gallatin. She is the mate of my great-grandson and pregnant with his pup. By your very own Code of the Ancients, she must be returned.”

“Bullshit!” Micah shouted. “She wasn’t mated or marked!” The room erupted in supportive growls.

“She carries his pup!” Rodolfo shot back.

“Silence!” Daniel roared. The room settled.

“As for your second claim,” Daniel said, “I declare it invalid because Mai already has not one, but two mates. She was unmarked when they mated and marked her. You have no proof she’s carrying your grandson’s pup. Under the Code of the Ancients, it only states a wolf cannot take the mate of another. Your grandson was trying to kill her. She’d left him and severed their relationship. She wasn’t marked as his mate. Therefore, she was fairly and justly claimed by Micah Donovan, making the pup, by default, her mates’ pup. I declare her, and her unborn child, a full-fledged member of their pack and this Clan.”

Rodolfo Abernathy hauled himself out of his wheelchair. “That pup is mine!”

Micah and Jim both jumped to their feet. “This child is ours!” Micah growled back. “And I’ll rip out the throat of anyone, man or wolf, who dares try to come near our mate or our pup without our permission!”

“Settle down!” Daniel yelled once again. “The matter is closed, Abernathy. Your second challenge is categorically denied.”

“I want that pup!” Abernathy screamed.

Mai stood, her hands protectively over her belly. “You’ll rot in hell before I let you get a single hand on my baby!” An answering chorus of supportive growls backed her up.

“My grandson deserves the right to have his pup!” Abernathy screamed. He pointed at a young man sitting off to one side and surrounded by several of Abernathy’s flunkies. From the look on his face, he didn’t want anything to do with any of the proceedings and was there only to satisfy his grandfather.

“Your grandson told me,” Mai shouted, “that you didn’t want your line ‘muddied’ by a coyote!”

Abernathy’s eyes gleamed. “So, you do admit it’s his pup, you damn slut?”

Daniel pointed his gavel at Abernathy. “Shut your fucking pie hole right now, old man,” he ordered. “I already told you, the matter is closed. Mai is the mate of Micah Donovan and Jim Dixon. The baby is theirs by default. Mai is an orphan, and she and her baby are declared members of and under the protection of this Clan through her mating bond. End of subject.”

Elain caught a glimpse of Jocko out of the corner of the eye. He was attempting to mask what suspiciously sounded like laughter through the sound of coughing.

“So what about my first claim, eh?” Abernathy asked, facing Daniel. “You know of the blood oath. Your Clan swore to uphold blood oaths between our Clans.”

Liam stepped forward. “I am Elain’s father. My mate, Elain’s mother, never agreed to the blood oath.”

Elain didn’t like the look of reluctant acceptance on Daniel’s face. “But you,” Daniel said, “did know of it and failed to inform her?”

“She was not informed of it when we mated, no. She claimed me as her mate. She was an Alpha. It wasn’t until after the fact that I told her. She died not long after Elain was born.”

Elain wanted to nip this shit in the bud. She spoke up. “Daniel, if you were to rule against us, what would happen?”

“If?” Abernathy cackled.

“Shut up, you,” Daniel growled at Abernathy. He looked at Elain apologetically. She sensed he wished she’d stick to the plan, but she wasn’t about to roll over and tap out. “They do have a right to ask for a challenge if you won’t go willingly.”

“Challenge?”

“To fight for you.”

“Who would fight for me?” Elain asked.

Daniel shrugged. “They have a right to pick their champion to fight one of your mates.”

“Why does it have to be my mates?” Elain asked.

Ain grumbled in a low, warning tone behind her. “Elain.”

She ignored him. “I’m serious,” she said to Daniel.

Abernathy smiled a predatory gleam. His ego was obviously his weak spot. “My grandson, Paul, is our champion. He will fight for the right to take you as his mate.”

Elain glanced at the guy. Then she grinned. “I accept your challenge.”

Daniel, her men, Liam, Carla, Micah, Mai, and Jim all yelled, “What?”

She stepped forward to address Daniel and the Council. “If I’m the prize, don’t I have the right to demand whether or not I get to fight for myself?” She turned on Ain. “Please don’t edict me out of this,” she begged in a soft voice. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Elain, you don’t know what this means! You—”

Cail and Brodey grabbed his arms. “Let her,” Brodey whispered. “She’s right.”

“Are you out of your fucking gourd?” Ain asked Brodey.

“Ain,” she begged. “Please!”

He looked at his two brothers. Finally, he shook his head in resignation. He grabbed Elain and kissed her before stepping back.

She turned back to Daniel. “Let’s settle this bullshit once and for all. Right here, and right now. I call him out.”

Abernathy’s self-assured smile faltered. “What?”

She stalked over to him and got in his face. “Right here, old man,” she growled. “And right now. When I win, this bullshit is over for good. You leave me alone, and you leave Mai alone.” She looked at Daniel and the rest of the Council. “If they refuse to accept the terms, I declare they be ruled in forfeit and the blood oath is cancelled.”

Daniel was finally following her train of thought. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her and slowly nodded his head. “Agreed.”

Abernathy’s eyes widened. “No! Fine, we’ll do it right here and now.” He waved Paul over to him.

Elain fought the urge to laugh in the guy’s face. He was only a couple of inches taller than her, and he didn’t look at all happy to be there.

Daniel consulted with the Council, then turned back to them. “Okay, but let’s do it outside.”

* * *

They reconvened in the large field next door. Everyone who’d been inside gathered along the edge of the field to watch. Abernathy huddled with his grandson and flunkies near the sidewalk leading from the parking lot to the building. Daniel and the rest of the Council were grouped in the middle of the field. Daniel pulled Elain off to the side.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he softly asked her. “I can’t throw this fight for you. If you lose, there’s going to be a serious shit storm.” He glanced at the jaguars, who stood in the shade of a tree at the side of the building and watched. “We’re running out of options.”

She grinned. “Oooh, yeah. I know what I’m doing.”

He shook his head. “I sure hope you do. I don’t want to have to rule against you, but if you lose, I won’t have a choice. The Council won’t let me break the Code even if I could find a loophole.” He lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Ortega is ready to put our plan into gear if you lose, you know.”

She kicked off her shoes and handed them to him. “Don’t worry,” she said lightly. “I won’t lose.”

He and the rest of the Council left the center of the field. Elain took a moment to warm up, stretching her body, remembering her days running track and field and cross-country.

Remembering how she easily earned her black belt in karate far sooner than any of her instructor’s other students.

No, I will not lose.

Once Abernathy had briefed his grandson, Daniel called Elain, Ain, Abernathy, and Paul over to where the Council members stood at the edge of the field.

“Here are the rules,” Daniel said. “Fight to submission.” He looked at Elain. “Winner take all. Got it?”

She grinned, which apparently unsettled the elder Abernathy even more from the way his eyebrows raised. “Got it,” she said.

“Take your chosen position in the field. When my hand drops, that’s when you start. The only rule is you do not leave the field. Anyone who leaves the field loses by default.”

Elain glanced behind her with a goofy grin as she skipped further out into the field. The tactic worked. Now Paul was also frowning, not looking nearly as cocky as he had a few minutes earlier as he followed her into the field.

She turned to face him with a beaming smile, watching as Paul stopped a few feet away from her. In the distance, she saw Daniel standing with his hand raised.

When Paul turned to watch Daniel, Elain immediately dropped into a ready crouch. As soon as Daniel’s hand started to descend, she bolted.

Paul let out a startled cry when she took off. He stumbled, then gave chase. Elain felt the grin crease her face as she circled the perimeter of the field, easily staying out of Paul’s reach. After a few minutes, she realized was seriously fighting the urge to shift. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t lose control and shift. Her strategy depended on it.

Fortunately for her, Paul’s self-control wasn’t as good. With an enraged snarl he stopped, ripped off his clothes, and shifted.

“Ha!” She turned and dropped into a low stoop. “Here, puppy puppy puppy,” she said with a growl.

With a fearsome snarl, he charged. She dipped her shoulder, easily scooping him up and using his own momentum against him to throw him ten yards through the air. He hit the ground on his side with a startled yip and a thud that knocked the wind out of him.

She had already turned and was waiting for him by the time he regained his footing. He shook himself, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

She turned her hand palm up and motioned for him to come hither with her index finger. “Come and get me, asshole.”

He snarled and charged again with the same result. He was a little slower to regain his footing that time. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, considering his next attack.

Slow-learning fucker, aren’t you?

* * *

Ain needed all of the others to hold him back. But it was Carla’s soft whisper in his ear that comforted him the most and finally relaxed him.

“Ain, remember. She’s a cross-country champion and has a black belt.”

Mai nodded in agreement. “She will kick Paul’s ass. He’s a pussy and he hates pain. I outran Paul and I’m pregnant. Elain won’t have any problems wearing him down.”

Liam put his hands on Carla’s shoulders. She grabbed his hands for comfort. “Elain is the spitting image of her mother,” Liam said. “Maureen was a fierce Alpha. I wouldn’t have tried fighting her even if I hadn’t wanted to be her mate. I damn sure wouldn’t try fighting Maureen Alexander’s highly brassed-off daughter. Only a fool would dare challenge her.”

Ain let that sink in and tried to relax. Still, he didn’t shake off Cail’s and Brodey’s hands from his arms.

He watched as Paul circled Elain, who never let the insane grin slip from her face. He didn’t dare risk a look at the elder Abernathy, who had to be nearly crazed with anger by that point.

Then he and everyone else watching gasped as it looked like Elain tripped and rolled onto her back. Brodey and Cail clutched Ain’s arms more tightly to prevent him from running into the field to help her. With a triumphant howl, Paul launched himself onto Elain.

That’s when his howl turned into an inhuman scream of pain. Elain rolled on top of him, her hand buried between his hind legs.

“Submit!” she roared at him, her face a mask of rage. Her arm jerked as another scream of pain rolled from Paul.

Paul shifted back into human form. Everyone except for the Abernathy contingent broke out into hysterical peals of laughter. Elain had a death grip on his dick and balls, her nails dug in to the point she was already drawing blood.

He let out another wail of pain and outrage when she twisted her arm again.

“Submit!” she roared.

Ain couldn’t hold back his laughter as he followed Daniel and the other Council members out onto the field.

“All right!” Paul screeched. “I submit!”

She gave his package another hard yank. “What was that? I don’t think your fucking old fart dickweed grandfather could hear you, you lousy prick.”

“I submit! Jesus, please let me go! I submit!”

She looked over at Daniel, who was also laughing. “Well?” she asked him. “Is that good enough?”

He glanced at the other Council members. They all nodded despite laughing, too. “He submits to you. You win. The oath is hereby declared null and void. He’s yours to do with as you choose.”

She grinned, but it wasn’t a look of amusement. Truth be told, it sent a shiver through Ain’s soul. Before he could stop her, she gave one final, wrenching twist of her hand. They all heard Paul’s shriek of pain, accompanied by a faint, sickening pop.

She let go and stood, her right hand now covered with Paul’s blood. “There you go, you little bitch. Next time you cross my path, I’ll feed them to you. If they can even reattach them.” She spit on him. “Go back to your asshat Clan. I sure as fuck don’t want you. And stay the hell away from Mai and the rest of my pack, or I will kill you next time.”

There was a wild look in her eye Ain wasn’t sure how to deal with. She pushed past him and stalked over to Rodolfo Abernathy, who rose from his wheelchair to face her.

She held up her blood-covered hand, grabbed his neckline with her other, then proceeded to wipe his grandson’s blood on his shirt. Her voice took on a deadly growling tone. “If you or your Clan ever bother us again, that will be your blood on my hand, asshole.” She shoved him, hard, back into his chair. One of his men had to grab it to keep it from tipping backward with him in it.

Then she headed for an outdoor spigot on the side of the building to wash the blood off her hands.

Brodey and Cail flanked Ain. “Um, dude?” Brodey softly said to his brother. “I say you just let her chill for a few minutes. I like my ’nads right where they are.”

Cail agreed. “I’ve never seen anyone go that far down into deep Alpha and not shift. Not even you, Ain.”

Despite wanting to go over and hug her, he nodded. “I agree. Let’s let her be until she settles down.”

* * *

Elain knelt beside the spigot and grabbed a handful of grass to help scrub the nasty feeling of Paul’s blood off her hands. She wanted to rage, to scream, to cry. Truth be told, she had wanted to punch her fist into Paul’s gut and pull out handful after handful of his intestinal tract, even after he submitted.

But she had a feeling that might have been going a little too far.

She could still hear his keening wails and sobbing drifting from across the field as Abernathy’s men carried him toward the parking lot.

She grimly smiled to herself as she scrubbed. Little fucker thought he could take me on? He’s not even an Alpha. He’s a fucking beta. What the fuck was he thinking?

Elain noticed shadows looming over her from two people who’d walked up behind her. An instant whiff told her it wasn’t her men. She glanced up to see her mom and Mai standing there. Elain offered them a smile. “Hey. What’s up?” She grabbed another handful of grass and continued scrubbing, even though she couldn’t see any blood left on her hands.

Carla put one hand on Elain’s back and used the other to turn off the spigot. “Come on, sweetheart,” she gently said. “Let’s go inside and use the bathroom. There’s soap in there.”

Elain stood and let them escort her inside. It didn’t escape her notice that no one followed them into the building. In the bathroom, Mai locked the door behind them and ran the water until it was warm, then pumped a huge-ass handful of soap into her own palms. Elain put her hands under the water, and the women started scrubbing them for her.

“Thank you, sister,” Mai said, laying her head on Elain’s shoulder.

The tears caught Elain by surprise. She started bawling, not understanding why. Carla got them all rinsed off, grabbed paper towels, dried their hands, then wrapped her arms around both of them. Together, they sank to the floor, Carla rocking Elain and Mai back and forth until the women cried themselves out.

* * *

The Lyall men, as well as Micah and Jim, stood nervously waiting outside the bathroom door when the women emerged thirty minutes later. Elain and Mai had washed and dried their faces, blown their noses, and made themselves look reasonably presentable.

“We have an announcement,” Elain told them. “We want to go back to Florida. Home. Right now.”

Carla put her arms around both of the women. “I have a feeling I’m not going back to Spokane anytime soon.”

Liam smiled at that announcement.

Mai nodded. “And I really want to stay in Arcadia, near Elain and her guys,” she said to Micah and Jim. “I want to have a family again. Please?”

Ain smiled. “We’ve already been talking. Micah and Jim are going to build a house near ours, on our property. You can stay with us until it’s ready.”

Mai and Elain both squealed with delight and hugged each other and Carla before hugging their respective men.

“Thank you!” Elain whispered as she engulfed Ain in a hug. “Thank you so, so much for trusting me!”

He held her at arm’s length. “Baby, what do I have to do to convince you that I do trust you?”

“It’s just I know how hard that had to be for you, watching me do that.”

Brodey snorted. “No, it was actually harder on us watching that poor fucker lose his nuts. I wasn’t worried about you. I knew you’d rip him a new one.”

“We just didn’t expect you to do it literally,” Cail added.

She laughed. “I got a little carried away.” She didn’t want to think about how much she’d longed to shift and bathe in Paul’s entrails and blood, just roll around in them until her fur was coated and matted with gore.

She cut off that thought.

“Don’t worry,” Ain said as he draped his arm around her shoulder and steered her toward the exit. “We’re going to buy stainless steel cups to protect us.”

Daniel stopped them. “Not quite so fast,” he said.

“What?” Ain asked.

He smiled at Mai and her men. “We still need to officially recognize the three lovebirds.”

“You’re not going to question the validity of their mating, are you?” Elain challenged.

Daniel snorted. “After that display? Are you out of your freaking mind? If you told me they were three aliens from Venus, I’d agree wholeheartedly with you. I like my nuts right where they are, thank you very much. I’m just glad Callie wasn’t here watching. You might have given her some bad ideas. Oh, and I believe you all need an official recognition ceremony, too.”

Ain slipped up behind her. “Darling, I think you just earned yourself a reputation.”

“Reputation?” Daniel asked, incredulous. “Crap, she just put herself squarely into the legend category. As far as I know, she’s the first wolf to ever hand an Abernathy his nuts. Literally!”

* * *

The Clan Council reconvened inside the building. Some of the audience returned. Others, knowing the best part of the show was over, left.

Daniel called Ain, Cail, Brodey, and Elain up to the dais. He smiled at them. “Who claims this woman as their mate?”

Ain nodded. “We do, my brothers and myself.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Aindreas, Brodey, and Cailean Lyall hereby claim Elain Pardie as our mate and seek Clan recognition.”

Daniel looked out at the gathering. “Does anyone object to this mating?”

Elain couldn’t help but snicker. She couldn’t imagine anyone in their right mind objecting at this point.

Daniel grinned. “The Clan hereby recognizes Elain Pardie as the mate of these men.”

Ain grinned, grabbed her, and kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless.

She barely had time to utter, “Wow!” when he let her loose before Brodey grabbed her and kissed her, too. By the time Cail had finished his lip-lock, she was ready to fuck all of them right there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the time nor the place. As she stood there, swaying slightly on her feet, Ain guided her out of the way as Daniel called Micah, Jim, and Mai up to the dais.

“Micaiah Donovan,” he said, “I hear you did things a little differently than most.”

Micah nodded. “Yeah, as was pointed out to me, the Goddess apparently has a sense of humor.”

Daniel laughed. “True dat. Well, since we’ve never had this happen before, I’m going to make it up as I go along.” He looked back at the rest of the Council. “Any objections?”

They all shook their heads.

“Good.” He looked at Micah again. “Name your mates, Alpha.”

Micah smiled. “I declare Jim Dixon as my first claimed mate. I also declare Mai Gallatin as our claimed mate. I seek recognition for them both from the Clan.”

Daniel nodded. “You have witnesses to your first claiming?”

Ain stepped forward. “Yes. He claimed him in front of our pack.”

“And your second?”

Daniel whispered something to Mai. She turned around and let him pull the back of her shirt down just enough to expose her mating mark.

Daniel nodded. “Does anyone object to these two matings to this Alpha?” He barely waited a breath before adding, “The Clan hereby recognizes these mates of Micaiah Donovan.”

Micah kissed Jim, then Mai, then Jim kissed Mai, too.

Daniel and the rest of the Council congratulated them all. Then Daniel grinned. “Party at my house. Right now. Unless we have to go help the rest of the Scooby gang with the cockatrice, of course.”

* * *

Rodolfo Abernathy angrily brushed off all assistance as he climbed out of his wheelchair and into the back of the limo. Two of his men had already loaded the caterwauling Paul inside.

“Where are we taking him? He needs a doctor,” one of the men, his driver, asked.

“Just drive,” Rodolfo growled.

Three miles from the scene of the embarrassment, they reached a heavily wooded section of road. Rodolfo hit the intercom button to speak to the driver. “Turn down that fire road.”

Without any questions, the driver did, although the three men in back with Rodolfo and tending to his screaming grandson looked at him quizzically.

Once they’d driven several hundred yards into the dense forest, Rodolfo hit the intercom button again. “Stop here.”

The limo had no sooner stopped moving before he was climbing out of the back. “Bring that,” he growled at his men, indicating Paul.

Paul tried to fight them, but between his injuries and their combined strength, his struggles proved useless. Rodolfo carefully picked his way off the fire road and into the woods until he found a slight ravine where a trickle of water had softened the ground.

He reached into his pocket and drew his knife, then pointed at the ground.

The men dropped Paul and backed away.

Rodolfo knelt over Paul and gripped him by the throat with one hand. “You have disappointed me for the last time.” With that, he slit Paul’s throat. Then he rinsed off the knife and his hands in the water. He pulled off his shirt. “Bring me his shirt from the car,” he ordered as he dropped his sodden shirt onto his grandson’s body. “And get a fucking shovel to bury this piece of trash. There should be one in the trunk.”

One of the men ran to do as he asked, meeting him halfway back with Paul’s shirt and carrying the shovel. Rodolfo snatched the shirt from him and put it on. “Get back to the car as soon as you men are done burying him.”

Alone, he stormed back to the limo and climbed inside, pulling the door shut behind him. His anger seethed. He wasn’t the invalid everyone thought he was, and he’d taken great pains cultivating that image. Regardless, after seeing the Pardie bitch quickly take Paul down, he knew even he in his prime days would have had a difficult time subduing her.

Paul hadn’t stood a chance.

Although he grudgingly admitted a little respect for the bitch and her fighting skills, they should have rightfully been put to use improving his Clan’s lines. When she came of age, she should have been turned over. She easily could have given them several pups by now. Pups with good, strong genes.

With his own genes. He could still get it up when he wanted to. He could have had a whole new crop of sons, Alphas who wouldn’t be disappointments.

He stared out the window, waiting for his men to return from their grisly task. No, by all rights, she belonged to his Clan. He didn’t give a shit what that damn Blackestone wolf and his damn Council decreed. In the old days, she would have been immediately awarded to his Clan without question, and her so-called mates told to buck up about it or be killed.

I’ll be damned if I’ll let my line die out. No matter what he had to do, hell, if he had to kidnap, drug, and rape her himself to get her pregnant, he would get satisfaction, and the blood oath would be settled.

If it’s the last fucking thing I do.

Chapter Eighteen

Lina and her men returned to Daniel’s house later that afternoon from their cockatrice scouting mission with Mark, Doug, Oscar, Wally, and Callie. Elain still felt edgy, irritable. When Lina heard about the challenge and the result, she hugged Elain.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”

“No, it’s okay. I didn’t know things were going to go the way they did.”

Callie laughed. “Sounds like you made an impression on those guys.”

“Well, at least on that one, I surely did.”

Lina got the car keys from Zack. “Where are you going?” he asked her.

“Us girls, including Mom, need to go talk to Lacey,” she said.

Mai looked up from the couch. “We do?”

“Yep.” Lina hooked her arm through Elain’s and brooked no resistance. “We do. Come on, ladies.”

“What about the burgers?” Brodey asked with a whine. “We’re just about to toss them on the barbecue.”

“We’ll be back, don’t worry,” Elain reassured him. “Go ahead.”

They all piled into Lina’s car and made the drive to Lacey’s house. The Seer opened her front door and stepped out onto her porch before Lina had even shut the car off. Jasper wagged his tail and bounded down the steps to greet them.

As Elain made her way up to the porch, she joked to Lacey, “Did you see us coming?”

Lacey smiled. “Lina texted me.”

Elain laughed. “Not so mysterious, then.”

“The only thing mysterious,” Lacey said, “is that my cell coverage is up to five bars today for some reason. Usually, I only get three.” She looked at Elain. “I’m guessing everything worked out?”

Elain felt her face grow red. With the heat of the battle fading, shame began to fill her over what she’d done. She could have stopped herself. She just hadn’t wanted to. “Yeah. It worked out.”

“Can we all go down to the thinking place with you?” Lina asked her.

“Of course. The more, the merrier. At least with this group. Are you sure you’re up for the walk?”

“I’m not due to download these two for a couple of months yet,” she quipped as she rubbed her belly.

Lacey retrieved Jasper’s leash and snapped it to his collar. They all headed down the path. Elain didn’t have the stomach to retell the events, so Mai did it for her. Elain’s shame grew as the story unfolded for the old Seer. Elain held back from the group as they walked until Carla slung an arm around her waist.

“You did what you had to, honey,” she whispered in Elain’s ear. “Maureen would have been proud of you.”

“I don’t feel very proud of myself.”

“He got what he deserved.”

“I could have stopped. I didn’t have to go that far.”

Callie hung back and flanked Elain’s other side. “Listen. Those kind of people only understand force. Period. Rodolfo Abernathy will think twice before fucking with this Clan or your pack. And I guarantee you Paul won’t make any more waves, either.”

Elain wished she felt the same. A nagging, shadowy feeling at the edge of her conscious wouldn’t go away. Like, no matter what anyone else said, this wasn’t the end of the war.

That maybe it was just the beginning.

Once they reached the rock on the shore, the women gathered around the old Seer.

She favored Elain with a kindly expression. “I know you’re not liking what you did, but see it for the act that it was.”

“What, me popping his balls like grapes?” Elain snarked.

Lacey smiled. “Protecting your pack and your Clan. It’s what a good Alpha wolf does. They stand up for their pack and Clan. They protect those weaker than themselves in their pack and Clan.”

Elain looked at her hands. She’d slipped off to the bathroom several times at Daniel’s house and scrubbed her hands again, so that her flesh looked red and felt nearly raw.

Lacey’s hands closed around hers and the old Seer waited until she looked up at her. “This isn’t the end of our Clan’s troubles by any stretch of the imagination. But today you established yourself as an Alpha not to be messed with. You did good, whether you like what you did or not. It’s our way.”

“I could have let him go.”

Lacey smiled. “Be honest. You wanted to kill him.”

Elain’s face heated even more, but why lie about it? She nodded.

Lacey laughed. “Elain, you haven’t known your inner wolf until just a few days ago. That is normal. That is what happens. What you should be proud of is you did have control. You might see what you did as going too far. There are those who would argue you didn’t go far enough. In olden days, had you not wanted him for your mate, it would have been completely acceptable for you to rip his throat out.”

Elain felt a little queasy at that despite what she’d felt earlier.

“In other words,” Lina said, “cut yourself a break.”

“He wouldn’t have cut you one,” Mai added. “If he’d come out on top, he would have gladly killed you if his grandfather told him to finish you off.”

“Without hesitation,” Lacey said.

Callie grabbed Elain’s hand. “Come on. I know what you need.” She led Elain off the rock and over to the surf, where they knelt beside the water. Callie held Elain’s hands in hers under the water, against the sandy bottom.

“Goddess above,” Callie chanted, “Goddess below. Goddess within, Goddess without. Goddess of all, hear my call. Clean and pure, swift and sure, bless this wolf, and bless us all.”

Elain felt a slight tingling in her hands, then a white light engulfed them both, startling her.

Callie apparently expected it, and didn’t let go. After a moment the light disappeared and Elain felt the pleasantly soft and yet gritty sensation of the sand against her palms.

“Clean,” Callie whispered, finally pulling Elain’s hands from the water while still holding them in her own. “Clean and pure. Innocent. Strong and protecting.” After a final squeeze, she released Elain.

Elain knelt there, staring at her hands for a moment, then looked at Callie. It did feel better somehow, lighter. Like a little of the stain on her soul had disappeared.

Callie smiled and nodded. “Perk of the rank,” she quipped, then hugged Elain.

Elain closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt the sun on her face, smelled the cool salt air from the ocean in her lungs, the scent of damp sand underfoot.

“Thank you,” she whispered in Callie’s ear.

“Hey, that’s why I’m here. They’re right, you did good. Now go home with your pack and enjoy life for a while until we have to kick those cockatrice’s asses again.”

Chapter Nineteen

The return drive to Florida took longer because they decided to hit tourist attractions along the way. With the mood lighter, Elain, Lina, Mai, and Carla became nearly inseparable at their stops. It wasn’t uncommon for Liam to get politely evicted from Carla’s car to make room for all the women. Then he took turns riding with the other men.

Four days after their return to Florida, Lina got Mai an appointment with her ob-gyn in Tampa.

Mai nervously sat between her men in the waiting room and held Micah’s and Jim’s hands. When it was her turn, as one they all rose and followed the nurse into an exam room. The nurse took her vitals before giving her a gown and instructions to disrobe. Then she left them alone in the exam room.

The men helped Mai put the robe on and assisted her up onto the exam table.

She looked into Micah’s blue eyes. He smiled. “It’s okay, sweetheart. This is just routine. Everything’s going to be fine.”

She didn’t know if it was paranoia on her part, or a result of the dreams, but she couldn’t shake the fact that she felt like something was wrong. “But why haven’t I had any morning sickness?”

He shrugged. “Maybe it’s a coyote thing. I don’t know. We’ll ask the doctor.”

“Please relax,” Jim said. “It’s not good to work yourself up like this.”

“Lina said she puked her guts up the first couple of months she was pregnant.”

“Lina is also carrying dragon twins,” Jim reminded her. “I’d be surprised if she doesn’t have permanent heartburn.”

The doctor walked in a few minutes later and offered up a kind smile. Her shoulder-length sable hair was streaked with grey. “Mai Gallatin? I’m Doctor Alberto.”

Mai nervously smiled. “Nice to meet you. These are my mates, Micah and Jim.”

“Nice to meet you all. Before we start, I wanted you to know some of my nurses are human, so when they’re in the room, keep things hush-hush. Also, I use a very small, privately owned lab run by a cousin of mine. We are very careful to keep all results anonymous, but sometimes it takes a couple of days longer than using a larger lab.”

Mai nodded.

“Now, let’s take a look at you.”

“I haven’t had morning sickness at all and I should have. What’s wrong with me?”

Dr. Alberto smiled. “I don’t understand the question. Are you worried there’s something wrong, or are you missing the puking? Because I have patients who’d love to trade places with you.”

Mai realized she must have looked scared, because the doctor patted her arm. “Relax, it’s okay. Everyone’s different. Some women don’t even experience morning sickness the same way from one pregnancy to the next.” The doctor examined her and performed an ultrasound.

“I keep having dreams,” Mai quietly admitted.

The doctor looked up from the ultrasound machine. “What kind of dreams?”

Mai blushed as the men stared at her. She’d never revealed this to them. “After I realized I was pregnant, I started having them. They’re always the same. It’s a girl, and as she’s being born there’s something horribly wrong with her.”

Dr. Alberto kindly smiled. “It’s common to have dreams about your baby,” the doctor said. “Lots of moms have dreams like that. It’s all right.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Really.” She returned to her work. “Do you want to know your baby’s sex?” the doctor asked.

Mai nodded. “Please.”

Dr. Alberto took a still shot and used her cursor to highlight a place on the screen. “I hope you like pink.”

Micah grinned. “We’re having a girl?”

Mai let out a soft sob. If that part of her recurring dream was right…

The men mistook her sound for joy. Jim kissed her. “A beautiful little girl to spoil rotten,” he said.

“You had a fifty-fifty shot of dreaming about the right sex, Mai,” the doctor tried to reassure her as she continued the ultrasound.

Mai didn’t like the slight frown that appeared on the doctor’s face a few minutes later. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

The doctor shook her head. “I’m not sure anything’s wrong. When dealing with shifter babies, there’s always a few little irregularities. One patient, her baby kept shifting while in utero. I’d never seen that happen before. I could never have one of my nurses in the room with me when I did the ultrasounds. Half the time, I was looking at a cougar kitten and not a baby. I ended up delivering the mom at her home out of fear of what would pop out.” She smiled. “Fortunately, her son decided to be born with two legs and not four, but he’s been a little hellion for them.”

After completing the ultrasound, the doctor went through the chart. “Do you want me to do an amniocentesis? It’s not required, but it is a helpful diagnostic test to put your mind at ease. Don’t worry, it’s very normal for moms-to-be to worry something is wrong when there isn’t.” The doctor explained the procedure and the risks and benefits.

Mai looked at her men after the doctor finished the explanation. Micah kissed her hand. “It’s up to you. Whatever you want to do.”

Mai nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it. Maybe my dreams will stop. Or at least I can ignore them.”

“I’ll get my nurse. Keep in mind, she’s human, so normal talk. All right?”

They nodded. A few minutes later, the doctor returned with her nurse and the instruments needed to perform the procedure. After spending quite a bit of time using the ultrasound machine to decide where to take the sample from, they wiped and sterilized a place on Mai’s belly. Then, the doctor carefully inserted the needle and drew up a sample of fluid.

Mai clamped down on Jim’s and Micah’s hands and kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut. When it was over, the doctor covered her up with a sheet. “All done. I want you to stay right there for a few minutes. I’ll come back in and check on you before I let you get up to get dressed.”

Mai nodded and waited to open her eyes until she heard the exam room door close and knew they were alone again. She looked at Jim, then Micah. “There’s something wrong,” she whispered. “I feel it.”

“Honey,” Jim said, “the doctor told you it’s normal to feel like that. Please don’t worry. That kind of stress is what’s not good for you. You’re going to be fine, and so is our baby.”

Micah nodded. “He’s right. Let us do all the worrying about you. That’s our job.” He smiled and brushed the hair back from her forehead. “You just enjoy letting us spoil you rotten.”

She forced a smile she didn’t feel.

“Hey,” Jim said. “We’re going to meet with Lina’s architecture company tomorrow. Get things started on designing and building our house.”

“Yeah,” Micah said. “Just think, you can decorate it however you want. Whatever you want.”

She felt bad that her mood was in the crapper when her men were trying so hard to make her feel better and put her mind at ease. “I love you two. You have no idea how much.” Their beaming smiles made her feel a little better.

An hour later, they were in the car and heading home. Mai lay down on the backseat, her hands gently caressing her belly.

* * *

A week later, Micah and Jim had taken a day trip to the east coast with Brodey to pick up a trailer of new stock they’d purchased from a rancher in Homestead. Mai felt her heart jump in her throat when her cell phone rang, the ID displaying Dr. Alberto’s private number.

“Mai? It’s Dr. Alberto.”

Her hands trembled. “Yes?”

“Can you please come to my office today? I received your test results back and I’d like to talk to you about them…”

Mai didn’t hear the rest because she let out a sob. Lina, who’d been watching TV on the sofa, threw herself out of her seat and waddled over to Mai. She grabbed the phone from her. “Hello? Who is this?”

Mai’s entire body felt cold as she watched Lina.

“Dr. Alberto, hi. It’s Lina Alexandr…” She watched as Lina’s face suddenly turned into an inscrutable mask. “Okay. Her guys aren’t here, but we’ll bring her up right now. We’ll be there in about an hour. Thanks.” She hung up.

Mai burst into tears.

Lina was comforting her when Elain walked in from the backyard a few minutes later. “What’s wrong?’

“Can you come with us?” Lina asked her.

“Where are we going?”

“The doctor wants to see Mai.”

“Let me grab Mom.” Ten minutes later, the women were in Elain’s car and speeding down the highway toward the interstate. Carla was put in charge of calling all the men and giving them updates as to where they were heading.

When they reached the office, they were immediately escorted back to the doctor’s private office. She didn’t keep them waiting.

“What’s wrong?” Mai asked. “Please, don’t keep me in suspense.”

The doctor handed her a box of tissues. “I received your amnio test results back,” she said, her voice low and her face a mask of concern. “The results indicate your baby has Down’s syndrome.”

The room went quiet. Mai tried to absorb that information. “What…what is that? I’ve heard of it, but what is it? Is she going to be okay?”

The doctor clasped her hands in front of her on her desk and Mai only absorbed half of the information. She was vaguely aware of Carla keeping a firm arm around her shoulders and handing her fresh tissues, while Lina and Elain took over asking the doctor questions.

“What are you trying to tell me?” Mai finally asked. “Are you trying to tell me I should abort my baby?”

Dr. Alberto vigorously shook her head. “No, that’s absolutely not what I’m saying at all. That is a personal decision. If it’s a choice you want more information on, I’ll get that for you, too. I am simply laying out all of your options. Down’s syndrome is a common birth defect, unfortunately. I’ve dealt with it many times in my practice. However, while I have seen occasional birth defects in shifter babies, usually they’re very minor ones and involve parents who are weak shifters without the ability to shift. I’ve never experienced a shifter baby with Down’s syndrome. I’ve never even heard of it happening. I called around and no one else has, either. Those of us who are doctors and who are shifters, or at least who are shifter-friendly, we’re a pretty tight-knit bunch. We keep each other up to date on things in case we need treatment advice.” She sighed. “No one could give me any advice other than proceeding as if she’s a normal human baby.”

Mai caressed her stomach again. The baby kicked.

Mai burst into tears. “I want my baby,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to get rid of her.”

The doctor stood and rounded her desk. She knelt before Mai and grasped her hands in hers. “Then I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to help you and your baby get through this safely. All right?”

“So will we,” Lina said. “You’re not alone.”

“The guys are going to hate me,” Mai whispered.

“No, they won’t,” Elain insisted. “They love you, and they love that baby. Look at all the ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’ onesies they bought last week.”

That got a tiny smile out of Mai. “You think so?”

Carla hugged her tightly. “I’m sure of it. It’s okay. You’re not alone. We promise you.”

* * *

Elain and Carla left the room with Dr. Alberto to go call Micah and Jim to break the news to them. Mai leaned against Lina. “Just once, I wanted something to go right in my life,” Mai whispered.

“Hey,” Lina said, “look at it this way. You’ll love your baby no matter what, right?”

“Of course!”

“Do you honestly think those Abernathy asshats would have let her live more than a few minutes after being born?”

Mai felt a protective growl start deep in her throat. She cut it off. “No,” she admitted. “They already wanted me to have an abortion.”

“Okay then. Things were meant to be this way.”

“Can you see my baby?” she asked hopefully. “In any of your visions?”

Lina sadly smiled. “All I’ve seen is her being born and letting out a healthy scream. And Micah and Jim standing by your side when she’s born.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Mai closed her eyes and leaned into Lina’s embrace. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. I wish I could see more. If I do, I’ll let you know.”

Mai took a deep, relieved breath. “That’s enough for me. That they’re there with me.” In her dreams, Jim and Micah were never there, even after they marked her. But she trusted Lina’s visions far more than she trusted her own dreams.

Micah called her once they were all back in the car. “Honey, are you all right?”

She burst into tears. “I’m sorry!”

“Why are you apologizing? We love you.”

Mai tried to speak, but she was overcome by emotion. Carla took the phone from her.

“Micah? It’s Carla. Yes, she’s pretty upset. We’ll see you when you get home. Drive safely and don’t rush.”

They rode the rest of the way home in silence. Brodey, Micah, and Jim hadn’t returned yet, but Ain, Cail, and Liam all offered Mai comforting hugs. Lina and Carla took Mai into the living room while Cail helped Elain start dinner. The others wouldn’t let Mai retreat to her room. They wanted to keep her with them, to offer her comfort.

“We’re here for you,” Ain told her. “All of us.”

“How am I going to take care of a baby with special needs?” she whispered. She looked at Carla. “I don’t know anything about this.”

Carla held her hand. “Honey, I didn’t know squat about babies when Elain was born. It’s all on-the-job training. But Ain’s right. We’ll all be here for you. I’m sure there is a ton of information out there we can look up and study so we’re prepared when she’s born.”

Lina laughed. “Just think, we can all come to one really big-ass Lamaze class. Have the whole room to ourselves for all the aunts and uncles.”

Mai smiled. “How did I get so lucky to find all of you?”

Lina grinned. “Fate might be a fickle bitch sometimes, but she usually knows what’s best for us.”

* * *

Lina was going to add something, but her cell phone rang. She glanced at the screen, frowned, and answered. “Hi, Lacey.”

“I need to talk to you, dear. Alone.”

“Just a minute.” She walked down to her room and shut the door. “What’s up?”

“I need to tell you something, but you cannot say anything to anyone about it yet.”

An odd, creeping sensation slithered up Lina’s spine. “Oookay.”

“It’s about Mai’s baby.”

Lina blanched and lowered her voice, even though she knew the other shifters couldn’t hear her at the far end of the house. “We just got back from the doctor! She’s got—”

“Down’s syndrome, yes. Is she going to keep the baby?”

“Yes, she says she is.”

Lacey let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good.”

“Um, why?”

“You might not want me to tell you.”

“Saying stuff like that doesn’t discourage me from asking, you know.”

“I saw something. I don’t know what exactly it means, but that little girl is very important. Protect her at all costs.”

“And I can’t tell anyone that?”

“No. Things will grow apparent to you eventually. You might even have visions of your own about it.”

Unable to help it, Lina caught herself stroking her own belly, where her twins were apparently having an in utero summersault competition. “Why can’t you tell me?”

“Because all the pieces aren’t together yet.”

* * *

Lacey looked across her living room at where Baba Yaga, in her matron form, was sitting on her couch and sipping a mug of coffee. Jasper sat in front of her, wagging his tail and hoping for more of the treats she’d fed to him earlier.

Lina sounded frustrated. Lacey couldn’t blame her. “What pieces?” Lina asked.

“I don’t know,” Lacey fibbed. “But please, trust me.”

Lina sighed on the other end of the line. “All right.”

“I have to go now. Thank you. Take care, and say hi to everyone for me.” She hung up and looked at Baba Yaga. “Good enough?”

The matron nodded. “Yes.”

“Why aren’t you telling Lina this yourself?”

“Because I believe she’s a little irritated at me right now. I’ve been avoiding her because she needs to be able to stand on her own and learn to trust her instincts. Suffice it to say, it’s better the information comes from you than from me. If she talks with me now, she will lose her focus on what’s important.” She finished her coffee and gave Jasper one last pat on the head before standing.

“I feel like I lied to her,” Lacey said.

“You didn’t lie. You had a vision, and you’re passing on what you can.”

Lacey arched an eyebrow at her. “You showed me the vision, of what’s to happen in the future.”

Baba Yaga shrugged. “Doesn’t matter where the vision comes from, does it?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Regardless, they cannot ever let their guard down. Rodolfo Abernathy, among others, will kill to get their hands on that little girl in the future. She must be protected until she can fulfill her own destiny.” She set the coffee mug on the counter.

Lacey put a hand on her to keep her from leaving. “Is she going to die?”

“One day. Do you mean right now? No.” She pointed a warning finger at Lacey. “I will tell you this because we are good friends. You cannot pass it on to anyone. That little girl will live a long and happy life as long as those around her take heed of my warning.” She smiled. “Your warning, I should say. Remember, Lina cannot know I was the source of this. You know how she feels about me sometimes. I don’t need to be on her bad side right now. She’s going to have her hands full with her babies. I would only be an unwanted distraction.”

“Daniel talked to me. He asked me about nightmares Callie is having. You wouldn’t happen to have any information on that, would you?”

Baba Yaga frowned. “He talked to me about them a few months ago. Is she still having them?”

“He says she has no memories of them when she wakes up.”

“I swear to you, I don’t know why she is.” She went silent for a moment. “I will follow up with Daniel and my sister. Deal?”

Lacey nodded. With that, Baba Yaga disappeared.

Lacey dropped onto her sofa. Jasper shoved his head into her lap. She absently stroked his head as she pondered the immortal’s warnings.

Chapter Twenty

To take Mai’s mind off the news, Lina, Elain, and Carla decided to throw her a kick-ass baby shower-slash-belated bridal shower.

Well, mating shower.

None of the women had the heart to leave the men out of the celebration, so they included them in the fun. Following an afternoon full of games, snacks, and cake, Elain eventually snuck away to have a few minutes alone.

Elain sat on a fallen log at the edge of the woods and stared at the house. On the lanai, she could hear the happy sounds of her family, both real and adopted, celebrating. She didn’t look up when Ain separated from the group and silently walked across the yard to join her on the log.

He clasped her hand in his. “Penny for your thoughts?” he finally asked.

She took a deep breath and let it out as a long sigh. “I don’t know what I’m thinking right now. The past few weeks have been nuts. I’m still trying to sort it all out.” She looked at him. “And I feel bad for Mai and her guys.”

“Why?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Duh.”

He shrugged. “Does it look like they’re feeling sorry for themselves?”

She watched the three lovebirds chatting with Zack and Kael. All of them were smiling and apparently happy.

Ain let go of her hand and draped his arm around her shoulders. “Let me let you in on a little secret. While we might have a shitload in common with wild wolves, there is something we don’t share. If a child is born with a disability, we gather around the family to love and protect the child. We don’t kick it out of the den to die.”

She snorted. “I bet the Abernathys would.”

“You’re not half wrong. But if you haven’t guessed, there aren’t any other Clans who do stuff the way Rodolfo Abernathy does things. And for damn good reason.”

She laid her head on his shoulder and watched the festivities.

“What else is bothering you?” he quietly asked.

Why deny it? “I want a baby,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I would. At least, not anytime soon. But I do. I really do.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Not right now.”

He must have felt her tense to rebut him, but he squeezed her tightly against him. “I don’t mean that as an order. I made you a promise to do things our way for six months, and that I wouldn’t get you pregnant during those six months. Remember?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah.” He had, after she rescued him from the animal shelter in Virginia. She sighed. “Can I ask you to let go of that promise?”

He chuckled and pulled her into his lap. With his hand on her chin, he gently tipped her head so he could stare into her eyes. “I keep my promises, love. I promised to be a kinder, gentler Prime. And yes, I do want children. As much as part of me would love to carry you back into the woods here and take you right now, I think we need to wait. A few more months isn’t a long time. You’re going to be an aunt to Mai’s pup, as well as to Lina’s…well, whatever they call baby dragons.”

She laughed.

“There’s my girl,” he said. He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly savored it. When he lifted his mouth from hers, he said, “Believe me, when we’ve all sat down and talked about it and we know all four of us are on board, then okay. I’ll fuck your sweet brains out until you’re pregnant.” He slipped one hand down her body and laid it on her belly. “I’ll kiss your beautiful body every morning and thank you for being our mate.”

She laced her fingers through his. “I don’t know. I’ve heard women in labor curse their men. Remember what I did to Paul Abernathy.”

He nuzzled the side of her neck. “I’ll make sure I have a set of three locking steel chastity belts ready to protect us.”

That made her laugh. She snuggled in his arms and watched as Liam and her mom talked off to one side of the lanai. She didn’t miss how often her mom smiled at something Liam said, and how he’d been looking at her the past few days. She didn’t want to hope despite what Lina had said, but some tiny piece of little girl still inside her desperately prayed.

Ain whispered in her ear. “It’s okay to hope, love. They might find happiness together. Please don’t be disappointed if they don’t.”

She sadly sighed. “Wouldn’t he have pinged on her as his mate if they were meant to be?”

“Not necessarily. It’s different when a wolf’s mate dies. We mate for life. Sometimes the survivor will go on to find love again even while holding on to the strength of their initial bond in their heart. It’s not unheard of.”

“It’s possible?”

“Very.”

“Okay.” She’d settle for that.

For now, at least.

* * *

Elain tried to shoo everyone off to bed so she could clean up, but the others wouldn’t hear of it. Everyone pitched in, and when it was just down to doing a few last dishes in the sink, she finally convinced everyone but her mother to head for their respective rooms.

Carla grabbed a dish towel and started drying. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Elain nodded. “Yeah, just worn out. A lot’s happened.”

“And we still have a wedding to finish putting together.”

Elain groaned. “Holy crap.”

“You didn’t forget?”

“No, I just sort of blanked it out.” She handed her mother another clean glass. “With everything else going on, it slipped out of my mind.”

“You forgot.” Carla smiled. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you’re still sane.”

“Who says I am? Dirty liars.”

Carla laughed. “Snark fully intact. That’s a good sign”

“It’s about the only thing intact at this point.” She finished washing the last glass and handed it to her mom. “And I can’t quit thinking about Mai’s baby.”

“Why?”

Elain stared at her. “Why? Seriously?”

“I don’t mean it like that. We’re all concerned, honey. There’s no use worrying when the baby’s not even here yet. They’re going to enjoy their time together before they become parents and have to focus on the baby.”

Elain didn’t have an answer for that. That wasn’t the sum total of her worry. Despite what she’d said to Ain earlier, now that pesky “what if?” bug had entered her own brain.

What if one of their kids had a problem?

Carla studied her. “You can’t worry about something that hasn’t happened yet. Just because Mai’s baby has a problem doesn’t mean yours will.”

That startled Elain. “You sure you’re not part shape-shifter, too? You just read my mind.”

“Honey, there’s not a mom or a mom-to-be or a mom-wannabe who hasn’t had that thought at least once. Any of them who deny they ever did are lying. It’s part of being human. I’m just saying don’t let it eat you up. Especially when it’s not your worry to carry. Love them, love their baby, support them however they need it, and let life play out. You’ve dealt with enough. Enjoy your men and your life.”

“Thanks, Mom.” She headed to the bedroom. Ain had already drifted off to sleep, exhausted from staying up all the previous night with a difficult calving.

Brodey and Cail both looked up at her expectantly with identical grins on their faces.

She smiled. “Give me a sec and I’ll be right there.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She undressed, used the toilet, and freshened up.

When she opened the medicine cabinet, she spotted her package of birth control pills. She hadn’t taken her daily dose yet.

She started to push the pill out of the blister pack, then hesitated.

The visions, or whatever they were, that she’d had about being pregnant came back to her.

Despite the wacky past couple of months, one thing she knew for certain—she would spend the rest of her life with her men. Gladly.

She held the package over the garbage can and closed her eyes. No bad feelings, no second thoughts.

Lacey’s admonition to follow her instincts came back to her.

Elain opened her hand and let the package fall into the garbage can.

Part of her soul felt lighter.

She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled at herself in the mirror. Trust my instincts.

She returned to the bedroom and eagerly crawled into bed between Cail and Brodey. Keeping quiet so as not to wake Ain, she crawled between Brodey’s legs and smiled up at him before swallowing his rigid cock.

He let out a soft moan as his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her up and down his stiff, engorged shaft.

Cail knelt between her legs and ran his fingers between her pussy lips. She quietly moaned around Brodey’s cock and wiggled her hips at Cail, encouraging him.

He slipped one, then two fingers inside her, drawing another moan out of her. With his other hand he sought and found her clit and rolled it between his thumb and index fingers.

They knew her body so well. Too well, it sometimes felt. Cail quickly had her coming, forcing her to muffle her loud cries by deep-throating Brodey’s cock.

“That’s our good girl,” Cail softly said. He lined the head of his cock up with her pussy, and before she’d even caught her breath from her first orgasm, he was fucking her, hard and fast, ramping her body up to another orgasm.

She sucked harder on Brodey’s cock, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel his balls tighten in her hand as he shot a load deep inside her.

Her mind slipped as it had before. This time, she and Brodey were racing through the woods, shifted, him chasing her. When he caught her, he body slammed her to the ground and before she could escape or shift back to human form, his wolf self was fucking her.

Another orgasm slammed into her, pulling her back to the present and arching her back.

“Yes!” Brodey hissed. He tightened his grip on her head and deeply fucked his cock into her mouth as he exploded. She greedily sucked him down, wanting every drop.

Cail quickly followed suit, his fingers digging into her hips as he held his cock still inside her.

Sated and relieved, she gasped for breath as her body recovered. As Cail crawled up the bed behind her, she glanced over to see Ain was still deeply asleep.

She had to stifle her giggles so as not to wake him as she settled into a comfortable position between the two.

“Good?” Cail whispered in her ear.

“Fantastic,” she whispered back as she pulled his arms tightly around her.

Brodey wore a sleepy grin. “Babe, you are sooo good, you have no idea.”

She closed her eyes, and with her fingers laced through Brodey’s, she fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty-One

There was still one melancholy chore for Carla, Elain, and Liam to perform. The three of them drove north on I-75 to Tampa. Elain rode in the back while Liam drove and Carla sat in the front seat. The two of them seemed to be getting along very well, something Elain gave silent thanks for.

I won’t hope. I won’t hope.

Elain hadn’t visited the cemetery in over fifteen years, when she’d asked her mom to take her there. She had no conscious memories of Maureen Alexander, something that made her very sad. Both Liam and her mom had obviously loved her very much, although in different ways.

Lost in her own thoughts, Elain paid little attention to their conversation in the front seat. When they pulled into the parking lot at the cemetery and Liam shut the car off, the three of them sat there for a moment in silence. It wasn’t until Elain looked forward and realized they were waiting on her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Carla smiled kindly at her. “It’s okay, honey.”

Elain offered up what she hoped didn’t look like a halfhearted smile in return. In silence, they all exited the car.

Carla led the way through winding paths toward what appeared to be an older section of the cemetery. When they stopped before the gravestone, Elain wished she’d thought to bring flowers to place on the grave.

Liam dropped to his knees in front of the stone and placed one hand on the writing etched there. Closing his eyes, he silently wept.

Carla put her arm around Elain and hugged her. Elain didn’t know what to say to either of them. She barely knew what to think. So many things had happened, so many emotions, so much to process.

It would take a lot of time.

Unfortunately, she suspected they hadn’t heard the last of the Abernathys. Then there were the cockatrice to deal with.

And she was going to be an aunt, sort of, to both Lina’s twins and Mai’s baby.

That part, at least, filled her with some joy, even if of a melancholy kind. She’d spent the evening before researching Down’s syndrome and knew that it was possible Mai’s little girl might be born almost completely normal, with minimal medical problems.

She didn’t want to contemplate potential worst-case scenarios.

After a few minutes, Liam sat back on his heels, took a deep breath, and scrubbed his face with his hands. “Thank ye for bringing me here. I knew the second she died. I felt it in my soul. I knew she’d want me to move on, just like I’d have wanted her to had it been me. I made a vow to myself that until I could rightly say good-bye, I wouldn’t. And I didn’t. I had no desire to.”

Carla stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “She was a wonderful woman. I’m glad I got to have her in my life.”

He nodded. “I wish we’d had more time together.” He let out a harsh, barking laugh. “As old as we each were, we only had three years together.” He looked up at her. “That’s something, eh? The Goddess has a fine sense of humor, but I can’t rightly say I can see anything good in it.” He reached up and squeezed her hand. “Thank ye, Carla. Ye did good by her, and by Elain. I cannot ever begin to repay ye.”

He stood and hugged her.

Elain watched them.

Don’t hope. Do not get your hopes up!

After a moment, Liam extended an arm to Elain, welcoming her into their embrace. She willingly went, her eyes prickling with tears as she felt their loving arms around her.

He kissed the top of her head. “Yer mum would be so proud of ye,” he said to her. “I’ve no doubt ye’ll keep those men of yers in line. Ye’ve got a right fine temper, just like she did. That’s one of the things I loved about her. Spirited.”

Elain almost couldn’t force herself to say it. “Please,” she whispered, “tell me you’re not leaving.”

He hugged her even more tightly as his voice broke. “Never again. Not unless ye tell me to go. I’ll never leave ye again, I promise. Ain invited me to live with all of ye as long as I wanted.”

With tears streaking her face she looked at her mom. Carla nodded. “I’ll stay, too. If you want me to. As long as you want me to.”

Elain vigorously nodded.

* * *

They stopped for dinner on their way back to Arcadia. With the mood now lighter and Elain’s apprehension about either of her parents’ possible departures completely lifted, she was able to fully enjoy their company, as well as notice a genuine bond developing between Carla and Liam, even deeper than the friendship that had blossomed over the past couple of weeks.

“I do need to go back to Spokane to take care of a few things,” Carla said. “I need to pack my stuff and decide what to do with the house. I don’t want to sell it in this market, but I could rent it.”

“I’ll be happy to help ye, if ye’d like me to,” Liam offered.

Carla smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate that. I’d like that very much.”

“And if you wanted, you could live in my house in Venice,” Elain offered. “Um, both of you, if you wanted. Not that I don’t want you two in Arcadia,” she quickly added. “I just meant if you wanted, you know, privacy or…something.”

Carla nudged Liam. “I think that’s a hint.”

He laughed. “I’d have to agree.” He squeezed Elain’s hand. “Whatever will be, will be, sweetheart. Regardless, that’s something that can wait until after yer wedding.”

Elain winced. “Eloping is really looking good right now.”

Carla burst out laughing. “Wow. The princess bride wanting to elope? That really says something, doesn’t it? Life did get pretty crazy.”

Liam’s expression turned serious. “And likely to get crazier. I don’t want to worry either of ye, but honestly? We’d all be better off under the same roof. At least for a while.”

“Safety in numbers?” Elain asked.

He nodded. “Those crazy buggers killed my sisters-in-law. And one of the Lyalls’ cousins’ mates. All to try to locate me to find ye. I doubt the Clan Council can stop them simply with a won challenge. Rodolfo Abernathy’s pride’s on the line now. The man killed his own son and grandson for disappointing him.” He sipped his coffee. “I’d be surprised if he didn’t kill Paul as well before the day was over for losing to ye.”

Elain’s stomach turned. Okay, the guy was a creep, but kill him? “You really think he did?”

Liam shrugged. “Hard to say. Wouldn’t surprise me, let’s just say that.”

Carla shook her head, her expression grim. “Elain, I’m sorry I gave you a hassle about wanting to take karate when you were a kid. I’m so glad you did now.”

Elain managed a smile. “Me, too, Mom.”

Back in the car and on their way home to Arcadia, another question came to Elain. “Dad, do you think Mai’s baby is safe?” It still felt both odd and gave her a thrill to call him that.

Sitting in the backseat, she watched him glance at her in the rearview mirror. “Maybe not. Part of me says let the word get to Abernathy that she’s got Down’s syndrome so he’ll leave things be. Part of me thinks that if he finds out a child of his bloodline is imperfect, that he’s just batshit crazy enough to try to kill it. I sincerely doubt anything our Clan Council says would deter him.”

A wave of protective fury washed through Elain. “If I have children. What about that? Will he come after them?”

“Again, it’s hard to say. These are questions for Lacey and Lina. Or even things ye might see yerself when ye start having visions.”

“But do you think he’d try to kill or abduct any of my kids?”

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a fecking arsehole of the worst kind.”

Elain sat back, silent the rest of the way home. When they arrived, Ain, Brodey, and Cail stepped out onto the porch to greet them.

She hugged all of them. Ain made her look up at him. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“I want to take those fuckers out. Take the fight to them. Finish this so they quit fucking with our family.”

“Who?” Ain asked.

“The Abernathys,” she said.

The men exchanged a worried look. “Where’s this coming from? What happened?” Ain asked. She knew he was concerned since he didn’t even give her grief about the swearing.

“Have you heard anything about Paul Abernathy since the challenge?”

From the look on Ain’s face, she knew he had. “Tell me.”

He glanced at his brothers again before answering her. “That’s the problem. No one’s heard anything else about him. None of the doctors they might use, no one. It’s like he disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“Or like his grandfather killed him and buried him in the woods in Maine?”

Finally, Ain grimly nodded.

“And Abernathy won’t just give up that easy, will he?”

“Probably not. But we are not going to take a fight to them. There were plenty of Clan wars to last those of us who remember them for the rest of our lives. Defending ourselves is one thing. Unprovoked aggression is another.”

“Okay, fine. But what if they come after us again?”

“If they come after us again,” he said, “then yes, we’ll pull out all the stops and finish it.” He hugged her tightly to him. “Until then, let’s just enjoy the life we have. Okay?”

She tried to relax into his embrace. “Okay.”

Brodey and Cail surrounded her, too, adding their arms to Ain’s warmth. Elain closed her eyes and breathed in their scent. Because of the Abernathys, she’d lost her mother and been forced to fight for her men. She’d lost a childhood of not being with her father, time she could never get back. Not to mention Mai’s baby might be at risk. Or her own future children.

If he tries again, he’s a dead man, she swore to herself.

* * *

With all the events of the past few weeks following her mother’s arrival in Arcadia, Elain had gratefully turned over most of the wedding planning duties to her mom and Mai even though it left her out of the loop on some things.

Surprisingly enough, that was fine with her. The night before the wedding, she lay snuggled in Ain’s arms while waiting for Brodey and Cail to come to bed.

“How many of your brothers are coming to the wedding tomorrow?” she asked him.

He laughed. “Two. You’re marrying them.”

She gently shoved him. “I meant your other brothers. You told me you still have ten brothers still alive.” She couldn’t imagine having a family that large. “And why didn’t we bring them into the mess with Abernathy and the cockatrice?”

He shrugged. “They have their own packs and families to take care of. I didn’t want to drag any of them into all of this. It’s our problem, not theirs.”

She sat up and looked at him incredulously. “Are you telling me none of your other brothers are coming tomorrow?”

“It’s all right. Three of our brothers are younger than we are, but the rest are older. Some much older. Most of them don’t even live here in the States. We’re not exactly close to all of them. Doesn’t mean we don’t love them or that they don’t love us, but we all have lives to live.”

“But…but they’re your brothers! Don’t they care you guys are getting married?”

“I called all of them and they wished us well, but it’s okay, really. I think all of them sent us cards. We’re going to have more than enough people here tomorrow to help us celebrate.”

Brodey and Cail chose that moment to walk into the bedroom. She pounced. “Did you know none of your brothers are coming tomorrow?”

Brodey frowned. “You feeling all right, babe?”

Cail smacked him on the shoulder. “I think she means our other brothers.”

“Exactly. Why am I the only one bothered by this?”

Ain chuckled. “Exactly. You are the only one bothered by this.” He took her hands in his and kissed them. “Seriously, we’re fine with it. We love our brothers. Don’t get us wrong, if they needed our help, we’d be there for them in a flash. And if we asked them for help, we know they’d be there for us.”

“Well, maybe not Brighton,” Brodey grumbled.

Cail laughed. “Yeah, he is an idiot.”

“That’s not very nice!” Elain protested.

“Well,” Ain said, “it’s the truth, unfortunately. He’s the one immediately older than we are, born before us.”

“The boy’s just not right in the head,” Brodey said.

“You of all people shouldn’t pick on one of your brothers,” she scolded.

“Babe, Brodey’s exactly right,” Ain said. “He’s not a bad guy, he’s just…”

“Simple,” Cail helpfully offered.

“That’s mean!” Elain said.

“No, that’s kind,” Brodey countered. “I think he took one too many headers off a horse in his day.”

Cail snickered. “He never could ride worth a shit.”

“All right,” Ain said, apparently sensing how upset Elain was growing. “That’s enough. Babe, we’re sorry, but he is our brother, and we do know what he’s like. You’ve never met him.”

“That’s the point. You’ve got this huge family I’ve never met. When do I get to meet them? And why don’t you have any sisters?”

When all three men’s faces looked sad, Elain immediately regretted her tone. “I’m sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay,” Ain said. “We only had three sisters. All three of them have long since died. Only one of them was a shifter.”

“Mom always joked she should have gotten Dad neutered when she realized he mostly produced boys,” Brodey said with a smile.

All three brothers laughed at that. “Yeah,” Cail agreed. “Poor Mom. She was always outnumbered.”

“She held her own, though,” Ain said. “She ruled the house.”

Brodey nodded. “Remember the last Christmas, when I was slow to get up and help with the dishes?”

His brothers laughed. “Yeah,” Cail said. “She grabbed you by the ear and had you howling as she dragged you into the kitchen.”

All three men laughed, ending in a nearly identical sad sigh.

“I wish I could have met them,” Elain said. “They died trying to help me.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Ain assured her. “As fucked up as this sounds, maybe it’s better things worked out this way. If your parents had relocated, we might never have met you.”

“You’re right. It does sound fu—freaked up.”

He stared at her for a moment before he burst out laughing and pulled her to him in a hug. “Thank you, sweetheart. I promise I won’t spank you for swearing as long as you promise to try to remember not to do it.”

She laughed with him. “Deal. And thank you.” She looked up into his handsome face. How could she feel this much love, not just for him, but for all three of them, without her heart exploding? “I do want to try to follow the Code.”

His expression softened as he gently stroked her cheek. “I appreciate that, babe. I know as a Seer you’re going to sometimes need freedoms to go take care of things that’s going to set not just me, but all three of us Alphas on edge. We promise we’ll try to be patient and understanding. Just please, be patient with us in return when we lose it. We love you and we worry about you and we don’t want anything to happen to you.”

She nodded. “I will. I really love this kinder, gentler Prime gig you’ve got going.”

“Yeah?”

She laughed. “Yeah. Makes me really horny, too. It’s damn sexy having a hot, hunky, dominant and yet sensitive guy.”

“Well, let’s take care of that,” Brodey said.

“Hold on,” Ain said. He looked deep into her eyes. “Are you really happy, sweetheart? Are we really making you happy?”

She nodded. Then she kissed him. “I’ve never been so happy and content in my life,” she truthfully said. She straddled his lap, her arms draped around his neck. His hard cock rubbed against her clit. “Thank you for having patience with me.”

He smiled. “Thank you for having patience with me. With all of us.”

“Yeah, we’re a handful,” Brodey said with a smile.

She reached between his legs and cupped his balls. “Yeah, you are.”

“Mmm. Keep that up, babe, and you’re going to be full of cock in about two seconds.”

“What if that’s my goal?”

Cail laughed. “Your wish is our command, yadda yadda.”

She grinned as she maneuvered her pussy over Ain’s cock and slowly sank down onto it. “I believe you still haven’t done something yet.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Are you inviting me to do what I think you’re inviting me to do?”

“Go get the lube and you’ll find out.”

Brodey laughed as Cail scrambled out of bed. “Nice to know I’m not the only one she leads around by the balls.”

She laughed as she gently squeezed his. “And you, if you want that cock sucked, you’d better get in a different position.”

“Ooh, she’s feisty tonight, boys,” Ain teased as he slid both of them a little farther down the bed to allow Brodey access.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of Brodey’s cock and pulled him until he was close enough she could wrap her lips around it, too. Cail returned with the lube, and she stopped fucking Ain long enough that Cail could get her lubed up and his cock seated deep inside her ass.

Elain let go, allowing her body to take over. “Fuck me, boys,” she whispered before swallowing Brodey’s cock again.

Ain set the pace below her. Elain closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the heat from their bodies washing over her. The only sounds were flesh slapping against flesh as Cail fucked her, the wet sucking of her mouth on Brodey’s cock, and moans of pleasure from all three of them.

Elain felt like she was floating, her clit already swollen from the friction against Ain’s cock. Cail grabbed her waist. “Jeez,” he grumbled, his voice low and full of need, “your ass is so fucking tight, it’s fantastic.”

She loved this, that she could elicit this reaction from all three of them. Her body instinctively moved with them, needing them, wanting them. As the first release swept through her, she cried out around Brodey’s cock.

One of the visions hit her again. This time pregnant and snuggled in bed, each brother with a hand on her swollen belly, all three men wearing expressions of wonder as they felt the baby kick for the first time.

Another orgasm pulled her back into her body in time for her to moan again at the taste of Brodey shooting a hot jet of cum into her mouth. Ain and Cail picked up speed and tempo, their cocks growing hard and triggering another climax as she cried out in pleasure.

With nearly simultaneous growls, the other two brothers came, filling her body with their juices as she collapsed, shivering, on top of Ain.

“Are you okay?” Cail asked.

She grinned. “Waaaay better than okay.” After getting himself and her cleaned up, Cail returned to bed. A funny thought hit her, and she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Ain mumbled. He was already half asleep.

“I like being the filling in the sandwich,” she said with a sleepy yawn.

Brodey snorted. “More like one of those donuts,” he said. “You know, with the creamy filling.”

She giggled again. “Okay, I like that, too.”

“Let’s get to sleep,” Ain said. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Mmm, cake,” Brodey said.

She laughed again, punctuated by a yawn. “It’s all about the food for you, isn’t it?”

“No, not just the food, babe. The sex is great.”

She snickered. “Horndog.”

“That’s me,” he agreed.

“Sleep,” Cail said. “It’s a good thing.”

On that note, she snuggled closer to her men and closed her eyes. Tomorrow, she would officially become Mrs. Aindreas Lyall.

And her dad would give her away.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rodolfo sat in the motel room and angrily waited. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, especially by Marston. A little after ten that night, someone softly knocked on his door.

Rodolfo nodded at one of his men, Trent, who opened the door.

Marston stood there, obviously nervous from the way he kept shifting his weight on his feet.

“About time you got here,” Rodolfo scolded. “Where the hell were you?”

“You aren’t the one that dragon woman will fry.”

“Forget that. It’s your own damn fault. What did you find out?”

“The wedding is tomorrow. There will be a lot of people going in and out of the Lyall ranch. Caterers, guests, friends. You should be able to get a couple of your men in close to grab her then.”

“Very good. You might live yet, Marston. Get out.” Once Marston had left, Rodolfo looked at his two best men, Trent and Ken, both Alphas he’d wished had been born his actual sons. “Tomorrow morning, you will go in there, find the Pardie bitch, and bring her to me. If you can grab the coyote as well, fine, but the Pardie bitch is your target. Understood?”

Both men nodded.

“Good. You head out there early. I’ve got my plane standing by tomorrow morning at the airport in Port Charlotte. As soon as we have her, we’ll head there and take off.”

“Where are we going?” one of the men asked.

“I have a compound in Montana. Well armed and well prepared. No one will find us out there.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

The next morning came way too early for Elain’s liking. It started out with Lina barging into their bedroom with a cup of coffee for Elain and running the men out.

“You guys can’t see her in her dress. It’s bad luck.”

Brodey scrambled to find a pair of shorts to put on. “Where are we supposed to get dressed?”

“You all can have the bedroom back after we get everything we need done for her. It won’t take you guys long to get ready.”

Ain leaned in and kissed Elain, who was blearily sipping her coffee. “We’ll see you in a couple of hours, sweetie,” he said.

“Move it, furball,” Lina playfully teased as she swatted him with a pillow.

When they were alone, Lina sat on the bed with Elain. “You okay?”

“I’m not awake, but I’m okay.”

Lina grinned. “Your mom’s been up since five thirty cooking breakfast.”

“Oh, man,” she groaned. “I didn’t want her going through all that trouble.”

“It’s okay. Your dad was up helping her.”

“He was?”

Lina grinned and dropped her voice. “I saw him kiss her, too.”

Okay, now she was awake. “What?”

Lina nodded. “Not swapping spit or anything, just a sweet kiss. But…” She shrugged, her beaming grin practically lighting the room. “I’m telling you, I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

“Feeling, or vision?”

“Not gonna tell you.” Lina laughed and clambered off the bed. “Let’s get you up and moving so the men can eventually get back in here.”

* * *

The rest of the morning moved along at a blur. Between Lina, Mai, Callie, her mom, and Lacey, they got Elain’s hair and makeup done and got her into her dress. When the photographer finished getting the obligatory staged candid shots, Elain stood in the guest bedroom with her mom and the other women gathered around her. She stared into the mirror at the dress. Somehow, she’d never really believed this day would come.

A glance at her hand once again showed no trace of Paul Abernathy’s blood on her skin or under her nails. She had to fight the urge to start reciting Lady Macbeth’s soliloquy.

Did I really do that to the guy?

Sometimes, she thought it’d been a dream, just a hazy nightmare she’d somehow managed to twist into a memory. Then she snapped out of that wishful thinking and tried to accept her new reality, that this was her life.

Carla dabbed at tears in her eyes even though she had a broad, beaming smile on her face. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Elain smiled at her in the mirror. “Thanks, Mom.” She hugged her. “I’m so glad you and Dad are both here.” Over the past couple of weeks, even though Carla and Liam still had separate bedrooms, they’d gone out alone on several dates and spent a lot of time together when Liam wasn’t out working with Ain and the guys on the ranch.

“You are gorgeous,” Lina said with a beaming smile. “I might have to change my mind about actually marrying my guys.” When Lina and her men got together, she’d legally changed her name, hyphenating their last name onto hers. She hadn’t actually married either of them because she didn’t believe she needed a piece of paper to prove anything. And she worried they’d kill each other fighting to be the legal groom.

Mai also smiled. “At least y’all won’t need to brush up on anything to help me with our wedding.”

“That’s just in a few weeks, too,” Elain said. She turned and they shared a group hug. “Thank you, all of you, for being here. I love all of you.”

“Enjoy today, Elain,” Lacey said. “We have a little time before things get bad again. Today is your day. Don’t think about anything else.”

They heard a quick knock on the door before Liam opened it and stepped in, shutting it behind him. “They’re ready for ye in the living room,” he said. “And I’m about to strangle that bloody photographer. He won’t leave me alone. He’s wanting pictures of us together.”

Carla gave Elain one last kiss. “I love you, baby,” she whispered.

Elain fought a bout of happy tears. “Love you, too, Mom.”

Carla hustled the other women out, leaving Liam alone with Elain. She felt a little nervous, but not because of her dad.

He stepped over to her and hugged her. “Yer beautiful,” he said. “Yer mum would be so proud.”

“Thanks, Dad.” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The scent from her childhood, from the leather jacket, filled her lungs and nearly started her crying again.

After a moment, he patted her on the back and ended their embrace. “Let’s go, sweetheart. The photographer wants his shots, and there’s three young men out there waitin’ for ye. Rather anxiously, I might add.”

She laughed. “Are they afraid of me backing out on them or something?”

He smiled. “No, I don’t think that’s their worry. Brodey keeps drooling over the cake. Cail’s threatening him with duct-taping his mouth shut.”

She laughed again. That was her Brodey. “Then let’s go. That would make a weird wedding picture.”

They called the photographer in so he could get his shots. Once he finished, Liam led Elain out to the hallway.

Only their immediate pack was gathered in the living room. Elain stood at the end of the hall with her arm hooked through Liam’s and looked at everyone gathered there. Extended family and friends were all outside mingling and mixing and preparing to take their seats.

This was the real wedding, as far as Elain and her men were concerned.

As Liam escorted her through the living room to where Ain, Brodey, and Cail were gathered with their attorney, she couldn’t help but let a smile crease her face. All three of them looked incredibly handsome in their tuxes.

For the briefest of moments, Elain thought she spotted a hazy, misty form reflected in the glass of the sliding doors, but upon second glance figured it had to be her imagination.

Even though it vaguely resembled a woman.

Liam handed her off to Ain before stepping over to Carla’s side.

Their attorney, also a shape-shifter as well as being a Notary, smiled at them. “Ready?”

Elain looked up into Ain’s grey eyes and smiled. They’d agreed they wanted to keep the private ceremony short and sweet. “Yes.”

Ain motioned Brodey and Cail forward. All three of them clasped Elain’s right hand, and while only Ain put a ring on Elain’s left hand as he said his vows, Elain repeated her vows with each man, slipping an identical ring on their left hands.

When they finished, the attorney smiled. “Ain, Brodey, Cail, I now pronounce you all men and mate. You may kiss your bride.”

Ain didn’t get greedy. He brushed a brief, gentle kiss across her lips before handing her off to Brodey. He knew he’d get his chance in public in a few minutes. Brodey, however, took full advantage. He grabbed her and laid a deep, passionate kiss on her that nearly melted her right out of her shoes and made her want him to drag her to bed right then and there.

They were interrupted by a good-natured throat clearing as Cail tapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, come up for air. Share.”

Elain laughed as Brodey smiled and released her to Cail. Cail also kissed her, deeply, passionately. When he released her, she swayed a little on her feet.

“Wow!”

Ain took her hands in his. “Ready for the next one?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I want cake.”

Brodey proudly grinned. “That’s my girl!”

* * *

Trent looked around before leaning in to his partner. “There are a lot of shifters here,” he whispered. They’d had no problem getting in. They’d parked in a field with the other guests and made sure they had a clear exit without worries of getting parked in. No one was checking for invitations. Had they been challenged, their agreed-upon story was that they were reporters looking for the caterer to do a magazine story on her. Trent carried a reporter’s notebook and professional-grade digital camera for cover.

Ken nodded. “I know. I’m going to sneak into the house during the ceremony and scope it out. See if there’s a back door we can take her through. You have the stuff?”

Trent nodded and passed him a small, black pouch. “I have three, and you have three.” Inside lay syringes full of clear liquid, M99, a powerful animal tranquilizer.

“You think it’s strong enough to take her down?”

He shrugged. “If it’s not, she’ll kill us and it won’t matter. You saw what she did to Paul.”

Ken shuddered. “I also saw what Abernathy did to Paul for losing. I don’t want either happening to me.”

“Then let’s not fuck this up. Get moving.”

* * *

Ain removed his ring and handed it to Lina, who was acting as Elain’s maid of honor for the public ceremony. Elain gave hers to Brodey, who was Ain’s best man. Everyone except Liam and Elain headed outside to take their places.

Elain started to say something to Liam when again she caught a glimpse of a wispy apparition reflected in the sliders. She walked over to it, but it disappeared before she could be certain.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he followed her.

She frowned. “I don’t know.” She reached out and touched the glass. It felt warm to the touch, from the outside warm afternoon weather radiating in.

“Then why do ye look like ye saw a ghost?”

She started to reply, then stopped herself.

Ghost?

Naw. Her life was freaky enough already without adding ghosts to the mix.

She took a deep breath. “I’m just seeing things, Dad.” With a smile, she turned to face him and hooked her arm through his. “Let’s get this over with so we can eat.”

* * *

Over three-quarters of the guests were shifters or shifter-friendly. Elain had invited a few friends, including former coworkers, but the past few weeks had taught her a thing or two. People she would have previously labeled “close friends” didn’t come a fraction as close to her heart as her new friends and adopted family. She’d never realized before how guarded she’d been, even before all the developments of the past several months and meeting the guys, over the years. Never letting people in close.

As she stood with her arm hooked through Liam’s and stared at the guests, some familiar, some not, she swallowed back a nervous gulp. She knew it had to be nerves, but at the pit of her stomach she kept having the feeling something bad was about to happen.

Here? With everyone around? Not likely.

Liam leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Relax, sweetheart. Yer already married to ’em. This is just for show.”

She smiled. Ain, Brodey, and Cail all stood at the front, waiting. Lina and Mai also stood at the front.

Suddenly, a hysterical laugh caught in her throat. Both her bridesmaids were pregnant. How much longer before I join them?

Where before she didn’t want to think about having kids until some undetermined point in the future, now it was all she could think about.

She stifled her nervous giggles all the way down the aisle. Liam patted her arm and when he handed her off to Ain, he kissed her forehead.

“Yer beautiful, sweetheart.”

The lawyer spoke. “Who gives this woman away?”

Liam straightened, looking handsome in his tuxedo. “Her mother and I do.”

Elain’s nervous giggles almost burst out of her as a sob. Her mother and her father both there for her on one of the most important days of her life.

Yet the gaping hole in her heart for the woman she’d never know still felt like a raw wound.

Liam took his seat next to her mom. Lina couldn’t focus on anything but Ain’s grey eyes as she said her vows and placed the ring on his finger.

“By the power invested in me by the state of Florida, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Ain took Elain into his arms and, to a rousing round of applause, gave her the kind of kiss that nearly fried her panties right on the spot. When Ain finally let her up, he used their mental connection to speak to her. “Just wait until the three of us get you alone later.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I present to you Aindreas and Elain Lyall,” the lawyer said. “The bride and groom invite you all to join them in the tent over there for the reception.”

Ain walked Elain back down the aisle and toward the tent with the rest of the wedding party following behind.

“You won’t smash cake in my face, will you?” she whispered to him.

“Me? Would I do that?”

“You’d better not.”

“I promise I won’t do that.”

“What about Brodey?” It was just the kind of thing he’d do.

“I can’t speak for him.”

“You can edict him not to.”

Ain grinned. “Now what fun would that be?”

* * *

Lina kept a sharp lookout. She’d warned Jan, Rick, Kael, and Zack to be ready for trouble, but didn’t want to scare Elain. Something was afoot, she just didn’t know what. She’d awoke that morning feeling grouchy and surly. It’d taken every ounce of her strength to paste a smile on her face and force herself to be cheery for Elain.

This was her friend’s day. She wouldn’t ruin it for her.

She stretched before she sat down in her seat. Mai leaned in. “What’s wrong?”

Lina shook her head. “Nothing. The twins are killing my back today. Glad I wore flats.” She scanned the crowd, however, not wanting to say anything to Mai, either. No sense in alarming her.

* * *

After the reception, everyone hooted for Elain to toss the bouquet. Carla dragged Lina and Mai into the throng of women with her, standing in front.

Elain turned her back to the group and with a laugh, heaved it over her shoulder. She looked just in time to see Lina reach for it and grab it seconds before an expression of horror transformed her face.

Elain raced to her side. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Carla and Mai also flanked her as Rick, Jan, Kael, and Zack tried to push through the crowd to reach her.

Lina gasped and looked up from the small puddle now surrounding her feet. “I’m not sure, but I think my water just broke!”

THE END

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Content

TRIPLE DOG DARE
Triple Trouble - 4
Tymber Dalton

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three