Page 33 of Shifter's Dream

“If I die, the demon gets that power he keeps stealing from me permanently. You know, the power to transfer to the Ula without being tracked by the felen, and without the earthquakes he makes now.”

Damnit. Grey had wanted to say one of those lines. He only had one left. He would make it count. “Meaning the wolves will never have any idea where he is or what he’s doing?” Grey intoned, in his best James Earl Jones voice.

“YES.”

Grey couldn’t tell if that was true or not.No,he decided. It felt like a half-truth to him. But which half?

What did the angel know, that none of the rest of them did?

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Troy thought about his mate while he shaved Blake’s wolf’s furry chest. Trevor had left the room to make some phone calls, but Remington and Conri were still there, discussing. For some reason, he couldn’t get his mind off his mate’s father. The angel.

Troy finished, eyeing the clock, wondering if he were still going to the speech therapy appointment that day. Maybe he should cancel it and stay with Blake. How often did he have to say a word withWin it, anyway?

Go, his wolf whispered.

Troy thought of before, of the times when his wolf had been wrong recently, and he almost argued. His wolf leaned in closer.Go, came the command.

“Fine,” Troy barked into the room, making Remington jump.

“Sorry,” Troy said, and he left the room to find his brother.

Trevor was just outside the front door, pacing on the porch, a throng of cats parting just enough that he wouldn’t kick them as he walked. He might have been trying to.

Trevor saw him, looked at his watch, then spoke into the phone. “Make it happen.” He hung up.

“Mac and Rogue are busy,” he said. “So I’m going to take you to your appointment.”

“I’ll stay,” Troy said, making his wolf growl at him.

“I’ve got patrol on their way. Blake will be ok.”

Troy nodded and they headed out for Trevor’s truck and hit the road, Trevor uncharacteristically quiet.

Troy scented his brother’s apology coming. “You don’t have to say it,” he said. “I know.”

“I shouldn’t have questioned your instincts,” Trevor said. “I’m sorry. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had known Blake was part-foxen any earlier.” He hesitated, then asked his question. “Do you know how muchfoxenblood he has in him?

“No,” Troy said.

“What have you decided about your mate?” Trevor asked carefully.

“Decided? Nothing.”

Trevor nodded, like he’d expected that. “Look in the back,” he told Troy.

Troy did. There was a bouquet of pretty flowers and a heart-shaped box of candy.

“After this, we go to Mugshots,” Trevor was saying. “We find your mate, you do your thing, and then we go from there.”

Troy eyed his brother. He twisted to grab the flowers and candy from the back. It was an ok plan, except for one thing. Those flowers had to go, and he would buy chocolate for his mate himself.

“Take me to my appointment,” he said. “I got the rest.

Trevor nodded, relieved. “I’ll wait and drive you over there after.”

No, don’t wait.

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