Grayson was a slut. While she’d worked for him, she’d walked into one too many sexy romps with him and numerous different women.
“Stay out of this, Rem.”
Oh no, he didn’t. Grayson did not just tell her to butt out. She pushed Grayson and nudged Arden out of the way. “You so just didn’t tell me to stay out of this. I may have been dumped by them, but they’re still my family. That is my sister. I didn’t know she existed until today, but she’s still my sister. So don’t you dare tell me to stay out of this. I want to know what’s going on.”
Grayson’s eyes scanned the room and fell on a figure behind her. “Nara is mine. She is my mate.”
Oh, well that explained why he hadn’t left her side. Remy didn’t like it though. She didn’t want her family more involved with this, especially the sister she didn’t know. She wanted them safe.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “You sleep with anything with a vagina. I don’t want a tomcat for my sister.” She wondered if her sister would be given an option. “Have you even asked her? Maybe she doesn’t want to be your mate. She might want to get away from all this.” Remy waved her hand around the room.
A gentle pat on her arm had her turning to see Nara. She started signing. Remy wished she’d learnt sign language.
Remy’s mother came over with a soft smile on her face. “Nara says that she will not be going anywhere with the…” Her mother’s words trailed off. “I’m not saying that.” Kane chuckled and Remy’s mother shook her head. “Fine, but I’m saying it nicer. Nara isn’t going anywhere with the man arguing with her sister. She says she’s not leaving Remy.” Tears rolled down her mother’s face as she spoke. “She says she always wanted her sister and now that she has Remy she isn’t going anywhere with anyone but her.”
Her sister wanted her. Remy felt her heart squeeze, and she blinked to see through tears of her own that were sliding down her cheek. Gathering her sister to her, she hugged her tight. She felt better than she had in years. She had a sister who wanted her. She had family.
She saw Grayson watching them, and she couldn’t help sticking her tongue out. Nah, nah, she’d won.
He rolled his eyes and a grin slipped over his face. “I’ll give up my house too. I’m moving in with Arden.”
“Say what!” She eased out of the hug and turned so both she and Nara faced Grayson. “You can’t live with us. Cats and dogs don’t live well together. Tell him, Arden.”
Everyone laughed and Arden stepped up to her other side. “Pixie, Nara is his mate. He has been fighting for many years. He’d given up on finding her. He came here to live out his last days before we killed him when he turned feral.”
“What the fuck. You guys need to stop this talk about putting yourself down like you’re some kind of deranged animals. They said you were feral, Arden, and look at you now. No wonder you go extinct—you kill each other when you’re having hard times.”
“Remy, Grayson is close to a hundred. He’s lived a long life.”
“Holey moley, he’s ancient. He can’t be with my sister, he might start decaying.” Remy wondered how old all the wolves she knew were if Grayson was close to a hundred.
Jamie was laughing so hard he was leaning on the wall. Devlin was holding on to Jamie doing the same. Remy knew they weren’t old. They’d been at school when she’d been there. Arden had said she would live longer and that shifters lived a lot longer than humans.
“I assure you, Rem, that I will not decay,” Grayson said in a dry tone.
Remy looked at her sister. She was gorgeous, with long, flowing, strawberry blonde hair and big, warm, chocolate brown eyes. She was super skinny, but Remy intended to rectify that by fattening her up with a bunch of food.
Remy glanced over at Arden then back at Nara. Arden was the best thing to ever happen to her, and if Grayson was even half as good to Nara she would be a lucky woman. Her sister deserved what Remy had. “You can stay, but I don’t want to find hairballs everywhere.”
Her sister gave a soundless laugh and wrapped her arm around Remy’s waist.
* * * *
One of the barracks quarters was turned into a housing place for the victims until other arrangements could be made. Bengie had come and would be staying with the demon-boys who weren’t claimed. Remy had been happy to find that the youngest boy’s mother hadn’t been killed. She was alive and happy to see her son. There were only three demon-boys without mothers, and Remy knew they would find a family for them. One of the many things she loved about the shifter community was they loved children, no matter their age, race, or species.