“No,” Slaine said, looking at a wide-eyed Jasper from the corner of his eye. “I’m definitely seeing it too.”
“Slaine,” Chaos said, their red light faintly illuminating the moon goddess, whose eyes were glued on Micah as he dragged Amatheon, Brynn, Clementine and Marabelle outside. Alexander patiently held an umbrella over Marabelle.
But when the vampire got a little too handsy with Micah, Slaine saw how Alexander purposefully moved the umbrella a little, and Marabelle’s skin burned. She hissed as she hid underneath the umbrella again, glaring at the taller wolf, who smiled.
“That is my mate you’re getting handsy with.”
“My children,” the moon goddess murmured as she scanned Amatheon and Brynn. “You’re free.”
The two werewolves stared at her, eyebrows furrowed.
“I do not understand wh
