Sasha began to settle against my chest to sleep, unaware of all that horror.
The growl that rose from the “alpha’s” throat made me turn my gaze back to the living room, and it must have come through clearly on the line, because Agent Aguilera didn’t say anything for a while. But the horrified expressions on the werewolves’ faces (and the woman’s) made it very clear to me that they were REALLY confused and much more than just “a little” worried.
“What the hell is going on?” I heard Hans say.
“Three cats at once? That’s ridiculous,” Christian muttered, bewildered.
“It has to be a coincidence,” I heard a very deep voice say—the black wolf.
Alexander lowered his head slightly and then continued:
“There’s no such thing as coincidence in any of this,” he told his companions, then returned
