underlined my point, or belied it.
***
Before I could answer, my attention was drawn back to Keith, and to the trio of males who were stripping in the middle of the living room. There was only one reason Keith's newfound friends would be getting naked in tandem, and despite my confusion about other issues, I was 100% sure I didn't want my nephew to change for the first time right now.
"They're not going to shift?" I asked frantically. "I don't think Keith's ready to experience his wolf yet...." Whether or not Keith was ready, I sure wasn't, but it appeared that my nephew's first shift was only seconds away.
Taking deep calming breaths, I struggled to pull up my own wolf in preparation. Ever since Wolfie had met us on the mountaintop, my wolf had been hovering in the background, but now she appeared to be sound asleep and refused to answer my call. This was precisely why we needed to wait on Keith's first shift, but I obviously didn't have any say in the matter. I could see the gleam in my nephew's eye as he reached up to unbutton his shirt, putting a hand on one werewolf's shoulder as he kicked off a shoe. We were fast approaching liftoff, no matter how not ready I was.
" Stop ," Wolfie said, barely raising his voice. But despite its quietness, the single word cut through the crowd and froze everyone in their tracks. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and let it out in a sudden gust of air. "Ten steps away," the alpha continued in a more normal tone of voice, and the young werewolf males rolled their eyes, but backed up.
"He's ready, Wolfie," one complained, but Wolfie just watched silently before turning back to me.
"They'll give him an example today," the alpha told me, his words loud enough to carry across the room. "Then we'll work on you and let Keith shift another day."
I felt like an over-protective mother when the guys shifted in tandem and my nephew's only response was a crowing "Wicked cool!" But I didn't have much time to obsess over the issue, because Wolfie was already changing gears.
"So, about that date..." he began. Then, before I could argue, Wolfie continued. "Keith will be just fine here for a few hours." And despite my mother-hen instincts, I knew the alpha was right.
Chapter 11
I had assumed a date would mean dinner and perhaps a movie, but I should have realized that nothing was conventional around Wolfie. Instead, he herded me out into the atrium, where bushy fig trees and ceiling-high tomato vines were thriving despite the autumnal chill.
"Hey, boss," called a tanned beauty about my age from the other side of a garden bed, and I was embarrassed to feel my wolf wake up and growl nearly audibly. I thought I had smothered the sound, but Wolfie's cheek quirked up into a lop-sided smile.
"Galena," he called back. "This is Terra from across the mountain." The woman waved a welcome, and then another female werewolf popped up in front of us, surprising a gasp out of me. Just as beautiful as Galena, but with a buzz haircut that showed off her slender neck, this second werewolf swooped in to give Wolfie a deep kiss on the mouth, and this time I wasn't able to stifle my wolf's complaint.
"I'd be jealous if I had the slightest notion you swung that way, Quetzalli" Galena called across the garden beds, and it took me a minute to realize she was talking to the swooping kisser.
"I'm Galena's partner," the second woman explained to me with a smirk, breaking the kiss but continuing to tease me by trailing a finger over Wolfie's chest. The alpha leaned into the woman's touch, and to my chagrin my wolf growled more loudly, prompting Wolfie and Quetzalli both to laugh at my reaction.
Again, it was Galena who pointed out that I was being played. Walking around the garden bed to join us at last, she slapped the alpha lightly on the chest, right where her partner's fingers had been just moments before. "Play nice, Wolfie," she admonished, her
***
Before I could answer, my attention was drawn back to Keith, and to the trio of males who were stripping in the middle of the living room. There was only one reason Keith's newfound friends would be getting naked in tandem, and despite my confusion about other issues, I was 100% sure I didn't want my nephew to change for the first time right now.
"They're not going to shift?" I asked frantically. "I don't think Keith's ready to experience his wolf yet...." Whether or not Keith was ready, I sure wasn't, but it appeared that my nephew's first shift was only seconds away.
Taking deep calming breaths, I struggled to pull up my own wolf in preparation. Ever since Wolfie had met us on the mountaintop, my wolf had been hovering in the background, but now she appeared to be sound asleep and refused to answer my call. This was precisely why we needed to wait on Keith's first shift, but I obviously didn't have any say in the matter. I could see the gleam in my nephew's eye as he reached up to unbutton his shirt, putting a hand on one werewolf's shoulder as he kicked off a shoe. We were fast approaching liftoff, no matter how not ready I was.
" Stop ," Wolfie said, barely raising his voice. But despite its quietness, the single word cut through the crowd and froze everyone in their tracks. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and let it out in a sudden gust of air. "Ten steps away," the alpha continued in a more normal tone of voice, and the young werewolf males rolled their eyes, but backed up.
"He's ready, Wolfie," one complained, but Wolfie just watched silently before turning back to me.
"They'll give him an example today," the alpha told me, his words loud enough to carry across the room. "Then we'll work on you and let Keith shift another day."
I felt like an over-protective mother when the guys shifted in tandem and my nephew's only response was a crowing "Wicked cool!" But I didn't have much time to obsess over the issue, because Wolfie was already changing gears.
"So, about that date..." he began. Then, before I could argue, Wolfie continued. "Keith will be just fine here for a few hours." And despite my mother-hen instincts, I knew the alpha was right.
Chapter 11
I had assumed a date would mean dinner and perhaps a movie, but I should have realized that nothing was conventional around Wolfie. Instead, he herded me out into the atrium, where bushy fig trees and ceiling-high tomato vines were thriving despite the autumnal chill.
"Hey, boss," called a tanned beauty about my age from the other side of a garden bed, and I was embarrassed to feel my wolf wake up and growl nearly audibly. I thought I had smothered the sound, but Wolfie's cheek quirked up into a lop-sided smile.
"Galena," he called back. "This is Terra from across the mountain." The woman waved a welcome, and then another female werewolf popped up in front of us, surprising a gasp out of me. Just as beautiful as Galena, but with a buzz haircut that showed off her slender neck, this second werewolf swooped in to give Wolfie a deep kiss on the mouth, and this time I wasn't able to stifle my wolf's complaint.
"I'd be jealous if I had the slightest notion you swung that way, Quetzalli" Galena called across the garden beds, and it took me a minute to realize she was talking to the swooping kisser.
"I'm Galena's partner," the second woman explained to me with a smirk, breaking the kiss but continuing to tease me by trailing a finger over Wolfie's chest. The alpha leaned into the woman's touch, and to my chagrin my wolf growled more loudly, prompting Wolfie and Quetzalli both to laugh at my reaction.
Again, it was Galena who pointed out that I was being played. Walking around the garden bed to join us at last, she slapped the alpha lightly on the chest, right where her partner's fingers had been just moments before. "Play nice, Wolfie," she admonished, her
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