it’s a choice anymore. Who’s the lucky wolf?”
All eyes turned to Reece.
“The lucky she-cat is Zenya,” Nicolas said.
“Is that possible?” Reece just wouldn’t shut up.
For the first time since she entered the room, Esta spoke. “Why wouldn’t it be possible? Is there something wrong with us?” Her voice froze them all for a moment.
“No, but hey, we’re just stupid wolves and we know nothing about cats. Do you mate the same way we do?” Reece realized too late what he’d just said. “That’s not what I meant. I… I...”
“We get it.” The youngest she-cat spoke up, “Some of us like to stand up when we do it, and some prefer lying down. I’m sure you guys prefer doggie style,” she said in a deadpan voice.
“That’s enough, Talya.” Nicolas couldn’t believe the turn in conversation and the other wolves were now suffering from red-face syndrome, too.
“True mating is rare with the cats, but it happens.” Madayah, the consummate mother, continued, “I think we now know it can happen between cats and wolves.”
“Would all of you mind changing the subject? This really isn’t something I want to discuss at the dinner table.” Nicolas put a touch of command in his voice.
“Yes, alpha.” They all went back to eating with an occasional grin here and there.
Chapter Twenty-two
Nicolas couldn’t sit still. The clock didn’t seem to be moving. His pack ignored his grumpy mood and got to know each other. Between ten and eleven o’clock they began drifting off to bed. They took him at his word and switched rooms to mix their scents.
“If it’s okay with you, alpha, McDonald and I will bunk with Troy and Bernard.”
Nicolas looked over at Reece. “I’ll take a separate room. I plan to have Zenya move in shortly.”
“Yes, alpha. Good night.”
“Get some rest. We’ll start adding our own guard rotation to Columbus’s tomorrow night.”
Everyone finally left him alone. He looked at the clock and decided he couldn’t sit or pace until midnight and would check on the wolves guarding the perimeter.
He undressed then shifted to wolf. Walking upwind, he quietly listened to three guards discuss his new pack.
“I don’t understand why everyone accepts cats so easily into our territory.”
“They’re female. Just what do you think they’ll do?”
“I don’t know, but they’re still cats.”
The third voice finally spoke up. “We need all the help we can get. I’ve heard what the South American cats do to their women and children. If you don’t like having them here you can leave.”
“Fuck you man. I’m not talking about leaving. I’m just saying I don’t trust them.”
“I’m relieved we have a new vampire on our side.” This came from the second voice.
“And you’re convinced he’s on our side.”
“Nicolas’s wolf accepted him and I’ll follow that alpha anywhere.”
“He didn’t protect his own pack.”
“They sent two vampires. What could he do?”
“Brandt survived against two vampires.”
“And almost lost his mate.”
Nicolas decided he’d heard enough. Two wolves were on his side against a third. It would take time and he understood the distrust. He managed to back away and head toward the main cabin trying to keep his guilt under control. He didn’t protect his old pack.
The site of Zenya waiting in human form immediately lightened his mood. The dress she wore softly billowed in the breeze. Her scent drove his wolf crazy and he rubbed his body along her side, pressing firmly against her partially bare legs. Her hand came down and smoothed over the fur on his back.
It was frustrating not to communicate. He circled behind her, shifted, and placed his hands on her shoulders. His human nose sniffed her neck. “You’re beautiful, but my wolf wants to smell you in cat form.”
“Your wolf?”
“Yes. Please.”
Her dress came over her head. Taking it, he let it drop to the pine needles before noticing
All eyes turned to Reece.
“The lucky she-cat is Zenya,” Nicolas said.
“Is that possible?” Reece just wouldn’t shut up.
For the first time since she entered the room, Esta spoke. “Why wouldn’t it be possible? Is there something wrong with us?” Her voice froze them all for a moment.
“No, but hey, we’re just stupid wolves and we know nothing about cats. Do you mate the same way we do?” Reece realized too late what he’d just said. “That’s not what I meant. I… I...”
“We get it.” The youngest she-cat spoke up, “Some of us like to stand up when we do it, and some prefer lying down. I’m sure you guys prefer doggie style,” she said in a deadpan voice.
“That’s enough, Talya.” Nicolas couldn’t believe the turn in conversation and the other wolves were now suffering from red-face syndrome, too.
“True mating is rare with the cats, but it happens.” Madayah, the consummate mother, continued, “I think we now know it can happen between cats and wolves.”
“Would all of you mind changing the subject? This really isn’t something I want to discuss at the dinner table.” Nicolas put a touch of command in his voice.
“Yes, alpha.” They all went back to eating with an occasional grin here and there.
Chapter Twenty-two
Nicolas couldn’t sit still. The clock didn’t seem to be moving. His pack ignored his grumpy mood and got to know each other. Between ten and eleven o’clock they began drifting off to bed. They took him at his word and switched rooms to mix their scents.
“If it’s okay with you, alpha, McDonald and I will bunk with Troy and Bernard.”
Nicolas looked over at Reece. “I’ll take a separate room. I plan to have Zenya move in shortly.”
“Yes, alpha. Good night.”
“Get some rest. We’ll start adding our own guard rotation to Columbus’s tomorrow night.”
Everyone finally left him alone. He looked at the clock and decided he couldn’t sit or pace until midnight and would check on the wolves guarding the perimeter.
He undressed then shifted to wolf. Walking upwind, he quietly listened to three guards discuss his new pack.
“I don’t understand why everyone accepts cats so easily into our territory.”
“They’re female. Just what do you think they’ll do?”
“I don’t know, but they’re still cats.”
The third voice finally spoke up. “We need all the help we can get. I’ve heard what the South American cats do to their women and children. If you don’t like having them here you can leave.”
“Fuck you man. I’m not talking about leaving. I’m just saying I don’t trust them.”
“I’m relieved we have a new vampire on our side.” This came from the second voice.
“And you’re convinced he’s on our side.”
“Nicolas’s wolf accepted him and I’ll follow that alpha anywhere.”
“He didn’t protect his own pack.”
“They sent two vampires. What could he do?”
“Brandt survived against two vampires.”
“And almost lost his mate.”
Nicolas decided he’d heard enough. Two wolves were on his side against a third. It would take time and he understood the distrust. He managed to back away and head toward the main cabin trying to keep his guilt under control. He didn’t protect his old pack.
The site of Zenya waiting in human form immediately lightened his mood. The dress she wore softly billowed in the breeze. Her scent drove his wolf crazy and he rubbed his body along her side, pressing firmly against her partially bare legs. Her hand came down and smoothed over the fur on his back.
It was frustrating not to communicate. He circled behind her, shifted, and placed his hands on her shoulders. His human nose sniffed her neck. “You’re beautiful, but my wolf wants to smell you in cat form.”
“Your wolf?”
“Yes. Please.”
Her dress came over her head. Taking it, he let it drop to the pine needles before noticing
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