As soon as we enter the room, I turn on Jordon, “When were you going to tell me you are from a shifter family?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it kind of does. I was scared to death that you would have been killed tonight. No average human can beat a shifter, most who try die.”
“Would you have been less scared if you knew I was part shifter?”
“Maybe.”
He chuckles and pulls me into a hug.
“My father is a shifter. He is the youngest son of his family. He knew he was never going to inherit the Den so he got a job in the town near the Den Lands. He met a nurse there, my mother, and they fell in love.”
I pull away from him and look up at him. “So how did you end up in Vancouver and a Mounty?” I ask.
“I was young and wild and hated living in a small town so when I was old enough, I joined the R
