Chapter 21
To my surprise, Robert agreed not to spill the beans immediately. In exchange for his silence, though, I had to provide permission for the FBI agent to invade my mother’s home...which was already chock full of four young shifters plus (I hoped) a pregnant schoolteacher and a rogue bloodling.
Turned out I was wrong. Yes, all of the previously listed people were still in residence. But when Robert turned his vehicle into Celia’s driveway, a muscular male form was pushing a lawnmower across an expanse of already manicured grass. The newcomer’s back was turned and he was halfway shielded by shrubbery, but I knew immediately who it was.
The lookout, my wolf murmured. For once, though, it was my human brain who was less interested in why the shifter in question was inventing excuse
