“Noooo, you were worse,” he and Kane said together.
Remy and Sara came strolling in carrying bags, and poor Bengie looked weighed down with suitcases.
“Who’s worse?” Remy asked, though her eyes never left Kane’s. Boy, if looks could kill...
Rane decided to help his brother out. “Faith is. We were talking about how bad Faith used to be with Kane.”
Faith groaned. “Shut up, Rane.” She hid her face in Kane’s shoulder.
“Let’s just say that Prince Kane saved Faith from dragons a lot.” Rane couldn’t help the grin as he remembered the games they’d played.
“Really?” Sara said. “I thought Kane was a lot older, wouldn’t he have been away?”
Faith groaned again. “Sara, shut up.”
Rane laughed. “Yes, he is a lot older. That’s why it’s so funny.”
“Oh, shut it, Rane. You could never say no to me either. I seem to remember a time or two when you would be the wicked wit—”
“Okay, I think they get it now, Faith,” Rane said quickly He looked around, eager for a subject change. “Are you girls moving in?”
When Kane paled, Rane couldn’t hold in the chuckle.
“No, but we are going to stay for Faith’s birthday weekend,” Remy said.
“And you needed all of this?”
Sara smiled. “I thought you said he has sisters, Faith?”
“He does but…” Faith stopped. “Kirby’s here, but something’s wrong.” She looked at Kane. “Do you guys smell anything?”
Rane took a deep breath. His wolf sat up, but he didn’t feel any danger. Moving to the door, Kane behind him, he took another deep breath. His wolf was wide awake, panting.
“I don’t smell anything,” Kane said. “What are you growling about?”
Rane shook himself as he opened the door, only to be pushed out of the way by Faith.
* * * *
Kirby was surrounded by wolves. They were everywhere in this town. Maybe she had finally gone crazy. Werewolves didn’t exist. They were make believe, made up things you only found in scary movies. She’d had this feeling before but had ignored it, because it was only a person here or there. This time was bad. Kirby had an affinity for animals, she could kind of talk to them, and feel them. This feeling, however, was different.
Kirby opened her car door again, then shut it. She’d feel bad if she left though, because she’d be bailing on Faith’s birthday weekend, and Kirby was so looking forward to going to the big day out. Being independent and discovering new things on her own was one of the reasons she’d moved away from her overbearing, overprotective family. Kirby sighed. Her brothers were not there to save her or protect her in the event the wolves weren’t so friendly.
The front door burst open, and Faith pushed past the hottest man Kirby had ever seen in her life. He was probably Faith’s husband. He was gorgeous—short, wavy brown hair, six three, maybe six four, and all muscle. As he got closer to the car she could see his eyes were an electric blue, and he had a sharp nose that hovered over his lips. Kirby gulped and squeezed her legs shut. She could feel he was a werewolf, an alpha wolf, and he was looking at her like prey.
Kirby locked the doors. Faith’s eyebrows drew together and her mouth turned down in a frown as she turned to the gorgeous werewolf and punched him in the chest, yelling something at him. Then she shook the hand she had used to hit the werewolf. Another taller werewolf came out and grabbed the first one. This one was beautiful too, but not the same as the other. The second werewolf came over and kissed Faith’s hand, then went to the first werewolf, pulling him back a couple of steps.
Faith came over to the car. Kirby slowly unlocked the door and opened it.
“Kirby, what’s wrong? Rane didn’t mean to scare you. He’s really a big softy.”
Kirby looked all around her before she whispered, “I’m going crazy. I’ve never had it this strong before.” Looking up, straight into Faith’s eyes, she continued. “We’re surrounded by werewolves, they’re everywhere in this town.” She was so freaked out she yelled the last part.
Faith winced, muttering under her breath. “It’s this pregnancy that’s making me miss stuff. I’m an idiot.” Faith took Kirby’s hands in hers, looked her in the eyes, and spoke clear this time. “You’re an animal element or sensory, and I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry. I’m usually better at picking up these things, but I swear this pregnancy is putting me off. Kirby, I’m psychic, and a bunch of other things, but we’ll keep to that one for now. No, you’re not crazy, we are surrounded by werewolves, but they’re good. They would never hurt you, and I’m not just saying that because I live with and mated one…well, us humans call it married. If you don’t believe me, check for yourself. Tell me, what do you feel?”