Shift Into Me (Werewolf Shifter Romance) (The Alpha's Kiss) by Lynn Red Page A

But he is their Alpha. Even if they’re kinda sketchy, the Carak aren’t going to let that go forever. At some point—”
    “Yeah, like I said,” Damon said. “Another time. There’s other stuff to think about right now. How’s your jaw?” Damon let one of his dazzling smiles creep across his face.
    Hunter slapped his friend on the shoulder and laughed, ignoring the barbed question. “I’m impressed with you. I’d go nuts if any of that happened to me. How’d you keep it together?”
    Damon’s reply was one, whispered word. “Lily.”
    The two men stood in silence for a moment, Hunter’s hand on Damon’s shoulder.
    “Yeah,” Hunter finally said. “I can see why you’d say that. I guess she went back to the courthouse for more research?”
    “I only have vague memories of this morning,” Damon said, rubbing his temples again. “It’s weird. I remember her waking me up, and then...”
    “Do you need to wash my sheets?” Hunter laughed. “It’s fine. Two young kids in love? How could I expect anything else?”
    “No,” Damon said. “I mean, well, yes,” he shrugged. “But no, I remember her waking me up and then yeah, that, and afterward, my memory got kinda fuzzy. Back when I was first transforming, I used to black out, but this is different.”
    “You’re probably still getting used to night running. When I started I got the shakes like I was coming off a drug binge. My mind got all shitty, my hands shook, and I could hardly do anything except sleep. Couldn’t even eat.”
    Damon nodded. “Yeah, maybe. It feels like I’m hung over. Kinda... did I already say fuzzy?”
    “Yeah, you’re just getting used to your new body. It’s weird as shit, for sure. Anyway, come on, I got some coffee in the kitchen. You look like you need some.”
    “Thanks.” Damon followed his friend down the hall and slurped down about half a cup in one go.
    Damon’s mouth was dry, like he’d been sucking on cotton balls. Suddenly, he realized that if Lily was gone, so was the car. “Where is this meeting? And what’s it about?”
    Hunter pulled up a shoulder. “Not a clue what it’s about. As far as where it is, there’s a lodge a few miles from here, not very far. We can just double up on your bike.”
    “That’ll be a sight,” Damon said, allowing himself a laugh. “Us two, you hugged up against me. You with your hand on my leg, and one around my waist.”
    “You make it sound a lot more exciting than two big dudes scrunched up on a motorcycle. You sure Lily’s the writer?” Hunter finished off his coffee. “Ready?”
    “Sure,” Damon said. “You’re not bullshitting about the meeting, right? I’m not going to get jumped again am I?”
    “Not so far as I know. Although I will warn you – the pack only gets these meetings together when things are pretty bad, so I can only assume something is wrong. Wolves don’t get together for fun.”
    Sighing, Damon swallowed the last of his coffee. A million things were running through his mind. One thought above all the others. He was worried about Lily, worried that she had fallen into some sort of trap.
    But along with the rest of his memories of that morning after they’d made love, he couldn’t remember what he was worried about. There was just a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he couldn’t quite shake.
    “Is there some reason I’m worried about Lily? Something I’m supposed to remember but don’t? Did something happen last night that I don’t remember? I’m seriously getting sick of feeling like an amnesiac.”
    Hunter shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you. I don’t think there’s much trouble she could get into in the basement of the police department. She’s stronger than you think. Or than you let yourself believe. She’s careful, Damon. You know?”
    “Yeah,” Damon said. “I guess you’re right.”
    *
    T he building – an old Elk’s lodge on the outskirts of Scagg’s Valley that, judging by the sand blasted paint