The talk had done us good, as had the two rounds of intimate play. I felt more connected to her than before. It’d broken my heart to see the doubt and pain on her face when that fucker used my protective instincts to imply that I didn’t want her. She was funny and beautiful, witty and smart, and the fates had chosen her as the perfect match for me. The pack wolf she’d fought with was completely cracked if he thought there was any way I wouldn’t want her. I wanted her like the sun wanted to shine or the tide wants to roll—constant and unable to stop. When we reached the yard leading to the house, the scene before us made me pull Kaija closer to my side. My Breed brothers stood on the porch as if waiting for me, Half Trac a few feet in front of them. Wariksen and Uuna stepped out from around them as well, all watching our approach. “Do you think we’re in trouble?” I shook my head and squeezed Kaija’s hand. “No. I think something’s happened and we won’t like it.”
