He’d stumbled home around one in the morning, obviously exhausted. Allie hadn’t protested when he crawled into bed with her and passed out. She couldn’t. He looked too tired and worried to send away. She knew most of the story from his texts the night before. The young man who’d broken into her house was dead. His partner had disappeared. And Ollie had discovered, as she had the day before, that they weren’t the only shifters in the desert anymore. A snake. A vicious one. Allie had trouble sleeping, imagining her babies alone in their beds. Snakes could get anywhere. They were silent and often very hard to detect, even for someone with senses as keen as hers. She’d smelled the wolves Alex had sent to patrol the property, along with the comforting scent of familiar bears. She wasn’t going to protest. Not with her children sleeping in the house. Ollie rumbled and nuzzled closer until she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and held him tighter. She heard a tap at the door and glanced down.