“Hang on,” Jem said, frowning ever so slightly. “If you’re both mates, why did Winter’s Wolf not say something when you first met?”
“My wolf is a d**k,” Winter deadpanned. He didn’t expand any further than that, and so no one asked any more questions.
Grey yawned into his elbow, and Jem noticed, kissing his neck. “We can go to bed if you’re tired,” he whispered, and Grey shook his head.
“No, it’s okay, I’m fine. We must wait for the vampires to return and see if they heard or saw anything.”
“Citrus,” Maddox said, a gentle smile on his face. “I know none of this went how you wanted it to, but you must let go of Winter.”
“Why?” Citrus snapped, eyes glowing.
“Pack it in,” Rosalyn snapped, scowling as she shoved Citrus a little. “Don’t pull me so alpha s**t on my dad. I’ll f*****g kill y
