Pack Secrets
earned and you have to give respect in order to get respect.” His eyebrows rose, “Right, Mama?”
     
    Justin chuckled at Carter’s mimicry. He knew it was a perfect imitation, because his mother had given him that very same lecture a time or four. “Carter, maybe we can go next time. I’ll leave you both to sort things out.”
    As agile as a woman he’d ever seen, Dee jumped in front of him to halt his forward progress toward the door. “Oh no you don’t, mister. You’re responsible for this mess, so I expect you to fix it.”
    Lifting his shoulders in a shrug he shot back, “Okay, lil’ Buddy, let’s go.”
    His little grin split his face and he ran towards Justin again jumping into his arms. “Thanks Mister Justin, I knew you was a good boy ‘cuz Trevor says so. Come on, Mama, it’s gonna be super fun.”
    Shaking with rage, Dee just stood there. The pulse at the base of her neck was fluttering wildly like she was afraid. He attempted to scent her, but that disgusting perfume was permeating the air and messing with his nose.
    She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot in annoyance before asking, “Blake will be there?”
    “Of course, he’s the alpha. Why wouldn’t he be?”
    “He’s a newly mated male, so I thought he’d be over the moon runs by now. I doubt his mate would enjoy what they do there.”
    Justin felt his grin fall away as his lips puckered in annoyance. “What is it you think they do there?”
    Now she was smiling, taunting him and he wanted to be annoyed, but he was secretly glad she was engaging him. “Well…They’re wolves. You know what they do.”
    “Yes, we’re wolves. What are you trying to say about your own people?”
    “Oh Mama’s not-“
    Carter was cut off by his mother’s icy stare, “Go on, I’ll sit this one out if you don’t mind. I trust that you’ll get Carter back in one piece.”
    It was Justin’s turn to shoot her a frustrated look, “I think I’ve proven to you and everyone in this pack that I will protect him with my life. In addition, you would have known of our plans if you’d spoken to me on the phone even once.”
    He picked Carter up and walked out the door, shutting it quietly.
     
    She almost wished he would have stormed out of the house in annoyance. Lord knows she would have. Honestly, he was right. There was a point that she felt Justin was going behind her back, but truly he was as open and honest as he’d always been. It was her distressing attraction to him that got in the way. Not to mention Carter’s clever trick of using Justin against her. The kid was too smart, so she’d have to be smarter.
    After taking the devil puppy out she, once again, locked him back in the bathroom. It’s not like he could get into any more trouble. She washed quickly, making sure to get all the disgusting perfume off in anticipation of being in her natural form.
    She felt her pulse quicken as she thought about running as her lynx. It’d been too long and if she kept to the boarders she’d be able to watch Carter while he experienced his first moon run.
    Her pulse was not speeding up at the thought of seeing Justin in the nude before the run, or of seeing his powerful wolf form as his muscles bunched and flexed. Attempting to convince herself that Justin was off the market because she didn’t date, especially not a wolf, she went into her yard and allowed the change to take over her body.
    Her lynx came out to play in record speed: it had been denied too long. Her fur was a golden color with light brown spots on her limbs and a lighter color on her chest. Her body mass stayed the same, which meant she was a large lynx. Normally a non-shifter lynx was a maximum of forty pounds. She knew what she looked like, black tufts of hair jutting out from the tip of her ears, a beard like ruff of fur at her neck, and huge paws which helped when walking on the snow. Her tail was short, but she didn’t need a long tail to get in her way. She was

Similar Books

Outriders

Jay Posey

Falke’s Captive

Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton

A Mating of Hawks

Jeanne Williams

The Living Room

Robert Whitlow

Copenhagen Noir

Bo Tao Michaelis

The Tulip Eaters

Antoinette van Heugten