I shook myself as the transformation completed. I looked at the room through my wolf eyes, everything in black and white.
My mate was here, safe with my pack.
Though Gray was there, across the room.
I didn’t want to leave another Alpha alone with my mate. Not when we were unmated.
But I couldn’t stay here. I had too much energy to burn off.
I met Grayson’s gaze and he stared at me.
Then he nodded as though he understood. “I’ll come with you.” He walked toward me, stripped off his shirt and jeans and the shifter emerged.
The silver wolf matched me in colour and size.
An Alpha.
He nudged me in the shoulder with his head and we took off together.
Running through the woods. Running away from my destiny. So that I could return, clear headed and stronger than ever.
Chapter 3.
Sam.
I stared down at the woman in my arms, my mate, and had no idea what to do with her. But I certainly didn’t want to put her down.
“You can lay her on the spare bed, if you want?” Nevaeh suggested, gesturing to the fourth bedroom in their house.
I shook my head. “Ah, no, I’d rather hold her for a minute.”
Nevaeh smiled gently. “Sure, but how ‘bout you guys sit down. I’ll put some breakfast on.”
Brad laughed and patted Nevaeh on the back. “She means, I’ll put some breakfast on. The woman burns toast on a daily basis.”
Nevaeh shrugged good-naturedly. “Told you when we mated that I couldn’t cook.”
Aaron kissed her lips possessively, then pulled away with a grin. “Yep. We don’t love you for your cooking.”
Nevaeh blushed prettily and I began to relax.
She was right. We needed food and time to wait for our mate to wake up.
I found my way to an armchair and sat, pulling Celeste closer into my body and arranging her head on my chest.
“So, ah, what do we do about this, then?” I asked, and the rest of the room laughed.
Dane pulled up a chair next to me, obviously not wanting to be too far away from the diminutive female.
Aaron and Nevaeh jumped onto the couch together and Brad went to the kitchen to make whatever he was going to make.
None of us liked to cook in our individual pack, so hopefully our mate had a little more skill than Nevaeh seemed to have in the kitchen.
But if she didn’t —who cared, really?
Take-away was there for a reason.
“No, like seriously. I have questions,” I repeated. “What do we do now? And how do we know if she’s just Tayte’s mate, or ours as well?”