ribs.”
“Frankie found out from Katie’s brother. The one with the hair,” her mother said, plumping the cushions behind Dana.
“They all have hair, mum,” Dana pointed out, amused.
“No, no, the one with THE hair. You know, Goldilocks.” Her mother waved her hand around her head to indicate said hair.
“Oh, THE hair,” Dana nodded. “That’s Felix.”
“Yes, him,” her mother agreed. “He told Frankie he had to go home and watch Katie because she was hurt and everyone else had to go to work. Then he asked how you were doing. Which was confusing… since none of us knew anything was wrong with you.” Her mother eyed her accusingly.
“It just happened!” Dana explained herself. “I was in moose form afterwards to heal faster, so I couldn’t call. No thumbs.” She lifted her hands, wiggling her thumbs.
Her mother gave Dana her world-famous stink eye. “Uhuh. And when exactly were you going to mention your little stalker problem? That didn't just happen. I'm your mother. I should know about these things.”
“Yeah, sis,” Frankie piped up from where he was sprawled on a chair. “Most exciting thing to happen to this family in ages and you didn’t share.”
“Hey,” Dana squealed. “We’re talking about a psycho wanting to kill me! It’s not family entertainment.”
“It is for our family,” came the voice of her brother, Kyle, from the kitchen. Where he seemed to be raiding her cupboards, probably looking for her chocolate stash. Hah! As though she’d keep it somewhere that obvious. This wasn’t her brother’s first visit.
“It’s not personal,” Frankie shrugged. “We just get bored.”
“Franklin Joseph Roberts,” her mother scolded. “Your sister’s imminent, messy demise is not entertainment.”
“Gee, thanks mum,” Dana rolled her eyes. “Way to make me feel better.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” her mother sniffed, patting her arm. “We won’t let that nasty killer get you. How dare he mess with a member of the Roberts herd. Your father won’t stand for it.”
Dana smiled. Her family were a little nuts but they were hers and she knew that they would do anything to protect her. She already felt safer now that she was surrounded by them. Not to mention a certain wolf.
“Where is Dad?” she asked, smiling up at her mother who had once again enveloped her in a bear hug, er… moose hug.
“Just outside. He’ll be in shortly. He’s on the phone to the police department giving them hell for not protecting you better.” Her mother squeezed her again and Dana chose not to protest even though it hurt her ribs.
“Awwww, that’s so sweet,” Dana smiled.
Looking over at the door, she saw Ethan still standing there, holding the door open and looking confused. She couldn’t contain her snort of laughter at the bewildered expression on his face. Unfortunately, her mother thought she was crying and pulled her in closer, making shushing sounds and threatening violence on anyone who hurt any of her babies.
Eventually managing to break free of her mother’s hold - seriously, was that woman part boa constrictor? - she looked up in time to see her father walk through the door, glancing briefly at Ethan before making his way to Dana.
“You alright?” he grunted.
“Yeah, Dad,” Dana nodded. “Just a few bruises and a sore leg. I’m glad you’re here.”
Her father nodded and grunted. He was a man of few words. He dropped into the only free chair and turned on the TV, eyes glued to the screen.
“Ethan,” Dana called. “You can close the door now.”
Startled, Ethan looked at the door he was holding and finally closed it. He looked at her family, still standing rooted to the spot.
“Who is he?” her mother asked, looking him over. Clearly measuring him up for suitability for her daughter. Like she did with most unrelated men around Dana’s age.
“Bodyguard,” Dana answered at the same time as Ethan said “Mate.”
They both glared at each other and
“Frankie found out from Katie’s brother. The one with the hair,” her mother said, plumping the cushions behind Dana.
“They all have hair, mum,” Dana pointed out, amused.
“No, no, the one with THE hair. You know, Goldilocks.” Her mother waved her hand around her head to indicate said hair.
“Oh, THE hair,” Dana nodded. “That’s Felix.”
“Yes, him,” her mother agreed. “He told Frankie he had to go home and watch Katie because she was hurt and everyone else had to go to work. Then he asked how you were doing. Which was confusing… since none of us knew anything was wrong with you.” Her mother eyed her accusingly.
“It just happened!” Dana explained herself. “I was in moose form afterwards to heal faster, so I couldn’t call. No thumbs.” She lifted her hands, wiggling her thumbs.
Her mother gave Dana her world-famous stink eye. “Uhuh. And when exactly were you going to mention your little stalker problem? That didn't just happen. I'm your mother. I should know about these things.”
“Yeah, sis,” Frankie piped up from where he was sprawled on a chair. “Most exciting thing to happen to this family in ages and you didn’t share.”
“Hey,” Dana squealed. “We’re talking about a psycho wanting to kill me! It’s not family entertainment.”
“It is for our family,” came the voice of her brother, Kyle, from the kitchen. Where he seemed to be raiding her cupboards, probably looking for her chocolate stash. Hah! As though she’d keep it somewhere that obvious. This wasn’t her brother’s first visit.
“It’s not personal,” Frankie shrugged. “We just get bored.”
“Franklin Joseph Roberts,” her mother scolded. “Your sister’s imminent, messy demise is not entertainment.”
“Gee, thanks mum,” Dana rolled her eyes. “Way to make me feel better.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” her mother sniffed, patting her arm. “We won’t let that nasty killer get you. How dare he mess with a member of the Roberts herd. Your father won’t stand for it.”
Dana smiled. Her family were a little nuts but they were hers and she knew that they would do anything to protect her. She already felt safer now that she was surrounded by them. Not to mention a certain wolf.
“Where is Dad?” she asked, smiling up at her mother who had once again enveloped her in a bear hug, er… moose hug.
“Just outside. He’ll be in shortly. He’s on the phone to the police department giving them hell for not protecting you better.” Her mother squeezed her again and Dana chose not to protest even though it hurt her ribs.
“Awwww, that’s so sweet,” Dana smiled.
Looking over at the door, she saw Ethan still standing there, holding the door open and looking confused. She couldn’t contain her snort of laughter at the bewildered expression on his face. Unfortunately, her mother thought she was crying and pulled her in closer, making shushing sounds and threatening violence on anyone who hurt any of her babies.
Eventually managing to break free of her mother’s hold - seriously, was that woman part boa constrictor? - she looked up in time to see her father walk through the door, glancing briefly at Ethan before making his way to Dana.
“You alright?” he grunted.
“Yeah, Dad,” Dana nodded. “Just a few bruises and a sore leg. I’m glad you’re here.”
Her father nodded and grunted. He was a man of few words. He dropped into the only free chair and turned on the TV, eyes glued to the screen.
“Ethan,” Dana called. “You can close the door now.”
Startled, Ethan looked at the door he was holding and finally closed it. He looked at her family, still standing rooted to the spot.
“Who is he?” her mother asked, looking him over. Clearly measuring him up for suitability for her daughter. Like she did with most unrelated men around Dana’s age.
“Bodyguard,” Dana answered at the same time as Ethan said “Mate.”
They both glared at each other and
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