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He nodded. “I’ll just check with Charlene,” he said and disappeared into the house. I stayed outside. The night air was fresh and cool on my skin, and it carried scents of a lot of other people that were around us in their houses. John appeared a few minutes later.

“It’s fine but I’ve got a curfew,” he said and pulled a face. I chuckled. For a wild wolf, Charlene had him on a very short leash.

We walked. It was a nice night, and two big muscled men in one car was uncomfortable. When we reached the pub it was already quite full. The atmosphere buzzed with the energy of potential, and laughter rose above the gentle hum of conversation. Smoke hung in the air like an artificial sky.

Werewolves and alcohol didn’t really go together. Neither did Rangers and alcohol. We’d never been inside the pub before. The noise was loud to my sensitive ears and the smoke tickled my nose, but we made our way to a booth toward the back that was empty. Eyes followed us as we walked past, but no one said anything.

Not a lot of people had what it took to approach two guys our size and look for trouble.

The table was sticky with spilled alcohol and a waitress appeared. We both order soft drinks. She looked at us until she realized we were being serious before she disappeared.

“This place is horrible,” I said to John.

“I know. Why did we come here?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be normal.”

John chuckled. “Of all the wolves in the pack, you’re the only one that this werewolf business feels normal to. You were born like this. The rest of us picked it up somewhere.”

I nodded. This must have been more normal to John than to me, but he looked as out of place as I felt.

“What’s this ‘normal’ speak?” John asked after the waitress brought two cans and two glasses that were so stained they weren’t see-through anymore.

I shrugged. “I just feel like if I could have offered Allegra a normal life most of the things that we’ve been through wouldn’t have happened. First it was this alpha’s mate business, with Sarelle being a problem. Then it was the pregnancy and Kurt being what he is. And now it’s self-defense.”

“You want her to be able to fight?” John asked.

“You know what Sarelle is like. I can’t keep her safe.”

“I don’t really know if she’s going to come back to get Allegra. You were the one that kicked her out of the pack.”

“And why would she fight me? She knows she’ll lose. But Allegra… she’s had it in for her from the start. And everyone knows Allegra is my one and only weakness. If something happens while we’re not around…” I took a sip of my soda and felt it bubble down my throat. It was almost too sweet. “I just don’t know how to approach this.”

“Get Ted to teach her.”

I raised my eyebrows. Ted was an old wolf. He came from the days before preternatural creatures were accepted into society. He was rough around the edges and merciless when it came to fighting because those days it was kill or be killed. He didn’t belong to a pack because he said everything was too organized now, nothing was like it used to be anymore. And I didn’t blame him, I just preferred the fact that we had government immunity now.

“I can’t introduce her to Ted. I’m already nervous to let her see what it really means to be a wolf. She still just on the outside looking in. Introducing her to Ted would be not just to let her feel how hot a flame can be but to shove her right into the fire. It would be better if he just watched her without her knowing.”

That suddenly sounded a lot better to me. An answer that might actually work.

John shrugged. “I don’t have anything else for you, man. Your life is easier because Allegra tries to understand you. But it’s harder because you can’t make her fit all the way. I don’t have any of that with Charlene.”

I nodded. He was right. In different ways we both had it hard. We only drank half of our sodas when John looked around.

“Fight’s building,” he said. I turned my attention to the crowd, and I could feel it too. It hadn’t happened yet, but there was a general feeling hanging in the air that told us it would happen soon.

“I bet we could take them all,” John said. I nodded. We watched the people for a while.

John looked at me, and he said what I was thinking. “Want to go?”

I nodded. It wasn’t nearly late enough for John to have to be home, but we didn’t feel like being involved in a bar fight. And someone was going to want to get us into it. The biggest guys were always the first target. The little ones were always too stupid and arrogant to choose their fights right. And we were both dads, and werewolves. Life just wasn’t worth all the petty bullshit.

John waved at me and started down the road toward the house. I stood outside the bar for a second longer, and then walked in the opposite direction. I hadn’t even had to tell John we weren’t walking together. That was what I loved about the bond with my pack.

And it was what made me realize every time that I would never be able to pull of being human, even when I could look like one. Because real humans, even the ones that had turned to werewolves, just didn’t love the paranormal stuff.

His house was outside the base. I shifted and ran through the woods, weaving through the trees, until I reached a part I hadn’t been in before. We all knew where he lived but if we saw him it was out somewhere. Never at home.

But tonight was a unique situation. The house was an oversized log cabin buried between the trees in the part of the woods where the growth was so dense there was hardly any sunshine in the day, and no moonlight at night. I sensed my way through the trees.

When I was close to his house, I heard a growl from my left, and I lowered my head. The growl was deep and threatening. I tucked my tail between my legs and waited for him to come up to me.

Ted’s wolf was big. Bigger than any wolf I’d ever seen. His power roiled over my skin, pushing against me like a wall. I forced myself to breathe deep and evenly.

His fur was a dark red-brown color, with gray tips here and there. It gave the illusion that he was old, but because of our immune systems he looked as young as I did when he was in human form.

He walked up to me, and sniffed my nose. I lifted my head, careful not to make eye contact. He rubbed his cheek against mine, almost like cat’s rubbing against a human, and I reciprocated. I was the first to press my nose under his ear, and he did the same.

I was a wolf he knew. I was safe. He had welcomed me in.

After we’d changed back he walked up the steps and I followed him in. My clothes were ripped after the change but I had enough to be decent. I sat down on the dark brown couch that faced the fireplace while he poured me a glass of water.

He had gotten himself whiskey. The only werewolf I knew that loved alcohol. His red hair was darker than I remembered it, and he looked like he’d spent a lot of time in the sun. It was a striking combination with his dark brown eyes that missed nothing.

He was muscled, like he lifted weights, but we all knew any werewolf could bench press a car. If he really worked out he had to find something bigger.

“What are you doing here, Reid?” he asked. “No one comes to my house unless it’s serious.”

“It is serious,” I said and looked into the glass. “Allegra’s in trouble, and my young as well. I need someone to guard her.”

Ted pulled up his eyebrows.

“She’s a human, but she’s taken her place as my mate in the pack. There’s one wolf that used to be in the pack that’s unhappy with it, and I suspect she’s going to try take her out.”

“I don’t blame her,” Ted said. “A human in our world? Times have really changed.”

“Humans didn’t only step in after the laws were set up,” I said. Ted nodded because he didn’t have a point to argue. That was the only reason he agreed.

“You don’t want to teach her to defend herself?” Ted asked.

“No. I don’t want her to try. If she dies fighting it will be just as bad as dying because she wasn’t fighting. I just want you to watch out for her. She’s not one of us. Not really. She tries, but she can’t. Kurt, my boy, he’s a wolf. But he’s five.

“A double hit then,” Ted said. I nodded.

“There’s one more thing.”

Ted looked at me expectantly.

“I don’t want her to know. I don’t want her to see you around, see you guarding her. She’ll think I don’t think she can do it.”

“But you don’t think she can do it.”

I nodded. It was true. “I just don’t want her to know that.”

Chapter 3

Allegra

Being married to a werewolf means that I’m very aware of the moon. Having a werewolf as a child has made me nervous about it. Kurt was heading towards five so young for a little wolf, and he was already affected by the moon. Even when Reid was away and the magic was curbed he was difficult on those nights. But tonight Reid was home, and the moon was full and gleaming in the night sky.

I held onto Kurt’s hand. His fingers curled around the palm of my hand and his skin was soft and a little sticky. His silvery hair floated next to me in the darkness, the only part of him that I could see.

Reid walked on his other side, but he didn’t hold his hand. The power was too much. If he touched Kurt now the change would rip through him before we even got to our power circle. I could feel Reid’s power crawling across my skin. Maybe it was just me, but it felt like it was stronger than usual.

Maybe it was just the nerves talking.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked Kurt. He looked up at me with yellow eyes that glowed, and smiled. He was halfway there already. Whatever the magic was doing to me, it was making him happy.

When we stepped into the clearing I felt the potential of the night ripple over me and it took my breath away. Power pushed against me like a giant hand and I focused on just breathing.

The pack appeared from the trees, stepping into the circle one by one. It was as if they’d all been summoned. Maybe they had. Reid could have called them, but I think it was the moon that did the calling tonight.

When we were all assembled, standing in the circle on the outskirts of the clearing, Reid stepped into the middle. Kurt was still holding my hand, but I could feel him pull towards Reid. It wasn’t physical, it was something inside him, but I could feel it.

It was the first time that it felt like he was pulling away from me. Reid was the one he wanted. I wasn’t a part of this game no matter how much power I could feel, because I was just a human. I wasn’t a lycanthrope. I would never truly belong. Kurt was almost five, and he was more one of them than I’d ever be.

Reid was talking to his pack in a low voice. Everywhere animal eyes shone in the dark with a preternatural glow. Kurt squirmed next to me. He could feel the power as much as I could. Maybe more. Reid turned to him and held out his hand, and Kurt when to him like he was being reeled in.

Maybe he was. I was too scared to ask. I didn’t want to know the truth. When it was my child I was so much more aware of the difference between the human and the animal, and who really controlled who. I just didn’t know anymore, and it was starting to scare me.

Kurt reached Reid and took his hand. The moment he did it was like the magic blasted outward with a force that took my breath away completely. The others felt it too – how couldn’t they? – and gasped. Kurt curled into a little ball. His body moved, bones shifting under his skin in a way that wasn’t natural. His clothes ripped and the skin on his spine opened. Silver fur crawled over his body, stretching over the elongated limbs, and then he was a wolf. The change had never seemed this… deliberate before.

He was still a pup, with big yellow eyes and large floppy ears. He wagged his tail at Reid.

The alpha looked down at his son and smiled. Then he looked at the pack, making eye contact with each of them.

“Tonight Kurt becomes pack,” he said and his voice carried, sounding louder than before. I wanted to protest. He was so young. How could he be let into this world? But he was a wolf, even though he was just a pup, and I wouldn’t have known what to do if I kept him home during full moon. He was his father’s child more than he was mine tonight.

Kurt looked around the circle and pressed himself against Reid’s leg. He would still learn about dominance. Reid took a deep breath to speak again, but then the power in the circle shuddered and wavered. It was like it had been disturbed, like ripples after a rock had been thrown into a pond.

Sarelle stepped into the clearing.

Everything fell quiet. The pack held a collective breath. I gasped and had the ridiculous urge to hide, but what kind of alpha’s mate would I be if I did that?

She kept her eyes on the alpha, and she didn’t look down.

“Sarelle, don’t do this,” Harry said. They dated once upon a time, when she was still pack, but after she’d been banned it just hadn’t worked out. He didn’t have a problem, she was the one that had made it impossible to carry on for them.

“I’m not here for you,” she said over her shoulder without looking at Harry. Then her eyes slid to mine and they were pure black, the animal in her sliding behind those eyes and making me feel like I was prey.

“You are not welcome into our power circle, Sarelle. Your presence is an insult to me and mine,” Reid said and his voice was more like a deep growl.