I blinked. Friendly Lucien? I barely recognized him.
Then their gaze fell on me. My scent must have hit them eyes widened, whispers started. Lucien growled. Luca stepped forward. “This is Selena, our newest packmate.”
I lowered my eyes. My heartbeat slammed in my chest.
Whispers followed us inside. “No mate mark on her.”
Lucien growled. “She stays inside once we reach the den.”
“Agreed,” Luca added.
I bristled. Locked up? Maybe. But if it kept my overbearing protectors calm, I’d play along.
Inside, the house was a mix of old and new. Snowshoes and beadwork hung on the walls. Soft couches under colorful throws invited comfort. A weathered canoe hung from the ceiling, a relic of real life. I remembered the apples we brought apple pie would have to wait.
Then a voice cut through my th
