Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Bec Adams Page B

the bed and changed the sheets. Donovan slid into bed beside Wendy even as he sensed his lover’s intent.
    “Not now,” he whispered, already knowing it was fruitless to argue.
    “He can’t pull us apart now,” Sogarn said, leaning over to press a kiss to Wendy’s forehead and then to Donovan’s lips. “I won’t be long.”
    “We’ll be there with you,” Donovan said, feeling the link between them strengthen even more.
    “I know,” Sogarn said as he dragged on clothes and headed out of the room.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Sogarn had every intention of confronting his father then and there, but as with most of life, things didn’t quite go as planned. Too caught up in what he intended to say, he nearly tripped over the large black-and-white python slithering across the veranda. He backed up quickly, heading toward Wendy’s newly purchased shotgun. He didn’t want to kill a being who was essentially doing the job he was paid for, but he wouldn’t let his family come to harm either.
    They’d expected a nighttime raid, so the snake’s appearance during daylight was puzzling. A hurried glance through every window showed several more snake-shifters slithering around the house. Sogarn could already feel his mates reacting to his emotions. Donovan and Wendy were dressing quickly. He didn’t even warn them to be careful. He could hear and feel their every intention.
    “I love you,” he sent to them both with a smile in his telepathic voice. He didn’t even have to look up to know that they’d joined him in the living area. Wendy held the rifle she’d used on the last snake-shifters, and Donovan had chosen to dress only in his boxer shorts, his wolf just below the surface, ready to break free should it become necessary.
    “I think this is the diversion,” Donovan said telepathically as he also did a quick check on the windows.
    “I think you’re right. The question is how they’ll react when the shifters going after the cockatoos are ambushed by a dozen or more wolves.”
    “You’re thinking they might try to use us as hostages?” Wendy asked calmly. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled and shrugged. “It’s what I would do in my books.”
    “So it is,” Donovan said without taking his eyes off the three big snakes guarding the back porch. “Any ideas on how your heroes would handle it?”
    She giggled softly, her faith that they would protect her very solid in her mind.
    “I don’t think we’ll need to do anything,” Sogarn said out loud as he watched several of the snake-shifters move away from the house. They were followed by several more coming from the direction of the makeshift aviary. None of them seemed to be in any hurry.
    Sogarn’s jaw nearly hit the ground when his father stepped from the tree line and morphed back into human form the same time one of the snakes did. They shook hands like old friends. After a brief conversation that involved wide grins and victorious sounding laughter, the snake-shifter turned back into a snake and followed the rest. Sogarn’s father turned and headed toward the house.
    It was almost surreal when the alpha stepped onto the porch with a broad smile and knocked on the glass door. At the last moment, sense kicked in and Sogarn grabbed a towel for his father to wrap around his hips. Having been so recently human, Wendy might not be as comfortable with nudity as most shifters were. It also seemed a good idea for her first meeting with her father-in-law for the man to be at least partially dressed.
    The alpha smiled broadly when he saw the slightly purple hue of Wendy’s skin and sensed the mating bond Sogarn had created with her. His smile faltered, however, when he realized Sogarn had claimed Donovan as well. His father shook his head as if to clear it and then turned to Sogarn once more.
    “Gop-tru-alcarn is on his way home to claim his throne. His father is in custody, charged with a multitude of offenses, most relating to the attempted