Amanda's Wolves(63)

That did nothing to keep her calm. His touch so close to her pussy lit a flame inside her. She tried to brush him off, but he gripped harder, ignoring her.

Just when she thought she was going to have to draw attention to herself by physically prying his fingers off her thigh, the front door opened. While everyone glanced to see who was coming in, Amanda jerked her leg free and stood. “I think I’ll get a glass of water,” she mumbled, trying to get her feet to move forward.

Mimi came in. She’d met Mimi briefly Friday night, but so many things had happened since then it seemed like months ago. Mimi’s face was tight with concern.

Melinda stood. “What’s the matter, Mimi?”

“You tell me.” The woman was small. Hell, her daughter Joyce and both her granddaughters were tiny also. Amanda didn’t think any of them were more than five feet. She was not frail, however. She was full of energy and spunk. She traipsed into the room wearing an old-fashioned dress that reached halfway down her shins and had sleeves all the way to her wrists. She’d worn something similar on Friday. This dress was dark blue. “I assume you’re all here for a reason. And if I had to guess, I’d bet it has something to do with the logging site just north of here.”

Melinda smiled. “You’d guess right. Why am I not surprised?”

Amanda was surprised. Shocked.

Logan reached for her hand and gave a tug. “I told you. She knows things.” He grinned. “Or at least senses them.”

It was going to take awhile for Amanda to get used to the bombardment of weird that seemed to be her new normal.

Mimi eased into a chair and smiled at Amanda. “Welcome to our family.”

“Thank you.” Warmth spread through her body as this kind woman opened up to her.

“Sorry it’s so chaotic, but that seems to accompany every mating in this large bunch lately. I fear the spirits want to communicate something again, and until they’re heard, they’ll be relentless.”

“Why? What does this have to do with us mating?”

“No idea,” Mimi continued, “but my gut tells me Fate arranges a new mating when Nature needs us to pay attention to something.”

“What kind of something?” Amanda let Logan pull her back down beside him. Luckily, he didn’t set his hand on her thigh again. She might have smacked him if he tried to tease her in front of Sawyer’s grandmother.

“With Rebecca, there was an earthquake. The agitated spirits made it clear she needed to drop out of the Spartan race she was about to participate in. Turned out her nursing skills were needed to tend to the injured athletes.”

Mimi cleared her throat and continued. “With Melinda, it was the casino site. The original construction had been shoddy, and the distressed spirits made themselves present to warn about continued construction. In the end, her mate Keegan was injured in a scaffolding collapse. Fortunately all work was eventually halted, and the project was scrapped.”

Amanda glanced at Melinda, who scrunched up her face, probably reliving tense moments.

“And then Laurie. She grew into her powers as a shaman in our family quickly when she moved here and mated. The spirits guided her to keep people off the top of the mountain during a snowstorm last year. Hundreds would have been trapped in an avalanche had they ascended. Zachary and several employees of the resort were trapped.”

Amanda gasped as her gaze shifted to Laurie. “Oh my God.”

Laurie kissed the top of Miriam’s head and smiled. “Found him in time. We’re so grateful.”

“What now?” Amanda sat up straighter. “I don’t have any powers. What can I do?”

Melinda spoke again. “Not sure. And it might not be you who holds the key. My biggest concern is this logging site. It can’t be a coincidence that Logan happened to see a sprit and get a bad vibe on Thursday, the day before you three met and mated, and then he and Sawyer saw one again Friday night in the same location.”

Logan cleared his throat. “We got a threatening message yesterday too.” He glanced at Amanda and grimaced as he spoke.

“What?” Laurie nearly shouted. The baby wiggled in her arms, startled by her mother’s outburst.

Amanda twisted around to face Logan, narrowing her eyes. “What message?”

He cringed. “Sorry. We didn’t get around to telling you about it.”

“Apparently not.”

Logan ran his free hand through his hair. “Yeah. Someone must have stuck it in the mail slot yesterday morning. There wasn’t time for it to go through the postal service.”

“What did it say?” Mimi asked.

“It said: Mind your own business.”