Page 74 of Shifter's Homecoming

There were two bolded lines under Khain and Rhen, and below that, a small grouping of names under Khain: Boe, Rex, and Soren, then several blank sheets of paper, that seemed to point to how much the wolves didn’t know.

The grouping of names under Rhen was vast. All of his family, friends, and co-workers were there. All the mates were there. The young were there. When he saw Grey’s name, he growled. When he saw Shay’s name under it, with a vertical, dashed line, he growled again.

Trent found his brother’s paper and skimmed through the paragraphs there. His name, his age, his animal, and even hisrenquawere on it. His place of birth and the date they’d moved to Serenity were on it. The fact that he’d met Ella after Khain had targeted her was on it. His two prophecies, The Demon Death Prophecy and The Savior Prophecy, were named, along with a note that he believed they were about his young, not him, and another note that said ‘Find out what the prophecies say. Troy says to talk to Wade.’

Next to Trevor was a paper with Ella’s stats on it. Below them was a paper with Treena’s name and stats on it, and one with Track’s name and stats on it. These papers even had pictures. No doubt they had come from Troy’s pocket. Trent touched Treena’s picture lightly, then read his own paper. It made him laugh.

Trent Burbank. Figure-8 renqua. Hottest wolf in the pack. Non-shifting until recently.

There was more, but behind him, his mate was stirring. He turned around and went to her. He sat on her bed and rubbed her back and hips. “Shiftenaren’t allowed to do that,” he said.

“What?” she said softly.

“Write down our history. Make charts like you made. Put things in writing.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Trent said. “It doesn’t make any sense, does it?” For just a moment, Trent’s old bitterness threatened to billow to the surface. He squashed it flat. This wasn’t the time and it wasn’t helpful.

Rowan turned over and put a hand on his arm. “Are you ok?” she said softly, peering into his face.

He smiled at her, really feeling the smile on his face. It felt not natural and completely natural at the same time. “I’m great.”

“Should I take it all down?”

“You’re not ashiften,” he said. “You’re not bound by our rules.” He thought of the One True Mate prophecy. It had specifically said something like that.

From downstairs, they heard a door slide open and slide shut, and then Troy yelled, “Hey, you got any food in this joint?”

Rowan shook her head, looking concerned. “I don’t have much at all.”

“Don’t worry,” Trent said, scenting the air. “He’s got food. It smells like Honey Depot delivery.”

“That’s good, then,” Rowan said. “I’m starved.”

She sat up and the sheet fell off her breasts and Trent growled involuntarily. He was about to take her straight back to the pillow when Troy yelled up the stairs.

“I’m coming up, bro, get your ass dressed.”

Trent shook his head and stood, then strode that way. There was no door, no way to keep him out. “Stay the fuck down, we’re busy up here.”

“I’ll stay the fuck down if you’re here for breakfast in three minutes, otherwise I’m coming up.”

They got dressed.

49 - Wolves on the Counters

Rowan followed her man down the steps, feeling relaxed and satisfied deep in her bones. They were holding hands, and when they got to the bottom of the steps he kissed her one time before they went across the room to where Troy and Reed were on the couch, balancing breakfast plates on their laps.

“Look at the love birds,” Troy said.

He had a couple more bags of food next to him. He pushed one toward them. It was bulging with what looked like several breakfast plates and coffees. Rowan let go of Trent and picked it up.

“That ones for Trent,” Troy said. “Here’s yours.” He held up another bag.

Rowan gave Trent his and took hers. It just had one coffee and one breakfast plate in it. Trent motioned questioningly toward a high counter that was stacked with equipment. She nodded at him; he could eat there. She took her bag to her desk and sat down, but didn’t dive in. Instead, she watched Trent, wondering if he really was going to eat everything in the bag.

He took out four breakfast plates, three coffees, and about a half dozen little cups of condiments, including a few that looked like mayonnaise. He took the lid off each plate and each cup, spread everything in front of him, and literally dove in. Half of the first plate was gone in a matter of a minute or two.

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