The light returned as Kate laughed. "Also, giving me half the puppy means giving me half the responsibilities, right?"
"That's what I was thinking."
She laughed again and threw her arms around his neck, and the puppy wriggled between them, and Logan decided that half a puppy was, indeed, the best Christmas gift ever.
Looking for more of the Danvers twins? You'll find it in Forsaken, an Elena novella coming from Subterranean Press in January, 2015. Forsaken takes place a few months before The Puppy Plan--it's the "trouble" Logan refers to from that summer, when his sister got herself into some trouble.
On the next page, you'll find a sneak peek--the first two chapters of Forsaken.
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First two chapters of Forsaken
The only thing worse than being summoned to a pointless meeting? Being summoned three thousand miles away to a pointless meeting when you're about to embark on your annual family vacation.
Clay and the twins were in a lovely log cabin in Vermont. And me? I was sweating in a tiny oven of a meeting room somewhere in London. For absolutely no goddamned reason except that the British Alpha insisted I come, and I was trying to claw my way out of the hole I'd fallen into three years ago when I became Alpha of the American Pack.
"As long as we have your assurances that he'll behave himself, he's welcome in the States," I said. "We won't bother him."
"I should hope not, considering he's my son." That was Hollis John Parker, British Alpha, Lord something-or-other. I could never remember his title. Nick called him Lord Asshole. Not exactly poetic, but apt.
"The fact that he's your son doesn't mean he isn't . . ." I struggled for a polite way to phrase it. "Young and spirited. I understand the French Pack kicked him out of Paris for changing into a wolf in the catacombs?"
"He was a child then."
"It was six months ago."
"He's eighteen now."
And so it went. Parker's son had been accepted to Berkley, and he'd summoned me to England to discuss the transfer, which I'd thought proved he was actually taking me seriously as Alpha, but as it turned out, he'd ordered me there because he seemed to be under the impression America was still a British colony.
He didn't care to convince me his son could handle life abroad without another "Paris incident." He expected my Pack to act as bodyguards for the boy. For me to order one of my guys to move across the country to do it.
Two hours later, I was striding down a London street with Nick beside me. When my phone rang, I yanked it out of my pocket so fast it slid from my fingers. Nick managed to grab it before it hit the pavement.
He started to hand it back, still ringing. Then he glanced at the screen and made a face. "Private caller. You want me to--"
"Please."
He answered with a, "Hello?" Then another one.
"Hang up," I said. "Bad enough I still get telemarketers when I'm on the do-not-call list. Worse when I get charged international rates for them."
As soon as I took the phone, it rang again, Private Caller flashing on the screen.
"Okay," I muttered. "Someone is about to get the brunt of my very bad day." I answered with a snarled, "What?"
"It's six o'clock," said a sing-song voice. "Do you know where your puppy is?"
Click. I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at it. Then I laughed.
"Not a telemarketer, I take it?" Nick said.
"No, a kid making a prank call. My first in about thirty years, I think."
"What'd he ask?"
"If I know where my puppy is."