I FELT MORE THAN HEARD another shifter waft in the door behind me. Or, rather, two shifters, as my lupine-assisted nose informed me upon picking out the signature aromas of both Fen and Glen.
“Find Acacia,” I ordered, the two words more a breath than a whisper. And I felt the air whirl behind my back as Glen left as quickly as he’d come, his usual “On it, boss” implied this time rather than spoken.
“What do you want then?” Wolfie spoke at last. My mate had been silent up until this point, and I suspected he only spoke now in order to draw his brother’s attention away from the backup that he’d been confident would eventually arrive.
The stalling had been effective, but I was dismayed to see that Wolfie’s lupine half wasn’t as confident of success as usual. And not just because of tiny La
