Page 22 of Destined Mate

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you,” Wesley joked.

“I only act like an ass once I get to know people,” Keith said primly.

Wesley snorted.

Keith flipped him the bird as he took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

KEITH SHOWERED, then finished his snack. They watched TV for a little while, then turned the lights out and went to bed.

The next thing Wesley knew, he was watching a battle rage. Shadows moved through the night, then all hell broke loose. Wolves and what appeared to be humans fought each other.

And in the middle of it all was the cutest werewolf he’d ever seen. His tousled short brown hair and large chocolate brown eyes scanned the surroundings.

The omega held his hand out to a young wolf, who immediately grasped it. A female beta covered them as they made their way through the battle. The scent of blood almost overwhelmed the stench of things burning. There were distant shouts and hair-raising growls.

He followed the omega as they drew closer to what Wesley would consider their pack’s square. Then suddenly, the omega came to a standstill. Wesley squinted at what the omega was staring at.

Then Wesley’s stomach dropped as he watched an alpha fight with several hunters.

The omega led his little group to a utility building. Once everybody was inside, Wesley swore as the omega turned aroundand headed right back outside—toward the fighting, the beta with him.

“Oh no. No, no, no! Go back inside.”

Instead, the omega shifted from human to wolf in mid-stride. He ran toward the fighting, and Wesley’s heart damn near stopped.

“Wesley?Wesley!”

What? Who was calling his name?

“Dammit to hell and back, you have got to stop snarling. Humans don’t make that kind of sound, and we’re surrounded by them in this hotel. Damn your hide, wake the fuckup!”

Was an earthquake happening? Why was he shaking?

“By Fenrir’s paw, if you claw the fuck out of me, Iwillkick your ass! Wesley!Wakeup!”

Wesley’s eyes flew open, and he reacted.

Keith jerked back. “Shit, man! Dammit, you got me. I mean, really, what the hell?”

Wesley blinked at Keith. “Huh? Fuck, did I take a swipe at you? Why the hell were you shaking me?”

“Because, you ass, you were thrashing around, snarling and growling like a wolf caught in a trap, and humans don’t make those kinds of sounds.”

“Oh damn, I was?”

“Yeah. What the hell were you dreaming about?” Keith rubbed the fading claw marks on his arm.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I know. So? What’s going on?”

Wesley shook his head as his heart hammered in his chest. The imagery was too vivid to brush off as just a nightmare. “It felt so real.”

Keith sat on the edge of his own bed across the room, still eyeing Wesley warily. “You want to talk about it?”

“It was strange.”

Wesley had a sickening feeling he knew exactly what he had seen, although he had no ideawhy. Or evenhow. He didn’t get visions. Alphas didn’t do stuff like that.

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