two young panthers to fly coach from Minnesota to Atlanta while he and Romeo had simply âflashedâ themselves here.
And all because the last time he and Romeo had psychically transported the twins somewhere, they had caused such a scene on arrival that theyâd almost gotten busted by the humans.
Dragon*Con was far too crowded to take a chance on the four of them âappearingâ before so many witnesses.
The key to Were-Hunter survival was to blend in with the humans, not scare the shit out of them.
âYou know,â Romeo said to them, âyouâre both lucky I wouldnât let Dante trank you and send you over in a cage. Itâs what he wanted to do.â
âYou dick,â Leo snarled at Dante as he raked him with a repugnant glare. At six feet four, the panther was still growing and would probably equal Danteâs height of six feet six in the next decade or so.
Leo and Mike were identical twins whom Dante had raised after their mother had abandoned them on their fatherâs doorstep. It was typical Were-Panther behavior. The women would mate with the men, get pregnant, then leave the cubs for the men to raise while the women prowled around unfettered.
If the cubs were daughters, they would remain in the male-dominated pack until puberty, which struck them around the age of twenty-four. Then all the âseasoningâ female cubs would form their own group and leave to search for mates.
In the last two hundred years, Dante and Romeo had raised a large number of cubs, since their father was famous for dumping his litters on them and heading for the hills.
Like Dante, the twins had wavy black hair and tawny Italian skin when in human form.
Unlike him, they were only sixty years old, which in their life span made them practically children.
And they acted it.
It was time to either kill them or get away from them. Since Romeo was still rather bent over the fact that Dante had killed off their brother Salvatore for betraying them, Dante decided it would be best to get to his room before Leo and Mike joined Salvatore as skins on the wall at his club.
âI donât understand why I have to share a room with Leo,â Mike snarled. âHe snores.â
âI do not. Besides, you whistle when you sleep.â
âNo, I donât.â
Dante passed an irritated look at Romeo. âWhy are they here?â
âTo get women,â Mike said.
Romeo ignored him. âYou were afraid to leave them alone at the Inferno without me. The last time you did that, they damn near burned the place down.â
Dante expelled a disgusted breath. âAnd why canât I kill them again?â
âYou would miss them.â
Yeah, right. Dante snorted at that as he handed off the card key to Leo and Mike.
âWait, wait, wait, wait,â Leo said as he examined it. âThese arenât concierge level.â
Dante gave him a bored stare.
âAre you concierge?â Leo asked Romeo.
âYes.â
âWhy arenât we concierge?â Mike asked Dante.
Dante crossed his arms over his chest. âBecause youâre unworthy.â
Mike opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a trace of a scent washed over all three of them instantaneously.
Dante went rigid as every hormone in his body suddenly became activated and sizzled. Against his will, he found himself turning around and scanning the crowd in the hotel lobby.
He smelled a virgin pantheress in heat.
They all did.
The scent was unmistakable. It was warm and sweet. Feminine and innocent. Succulent. Inviting. And it made him salivate for a taste of her. His panther sight dimmed as it scanned the females present and detected none of his kind.
âWhere is she?â Leo said, his voice ragged as if he were having a hard time holding himself back.
âToo many humans here to tell,â Mike said as he tilted his head back to sniff the air. âThey have her scent moving in
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