Page 1 of Shifters Unifying
CHAPTER ONE
emma
Six-Mile Manor
Saturday
Late October
It’s Acheron.
That’s what the bearded ginger fox shifter, Jasper Sionnach, had said. He and Olivia Reeves, my mate’s right-hand woman, stood on the threshold to our bedroom, waiting expectantly.
“What?” I rasped.
“It’s Acheron,” Jasper repeated. Even the freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose seemed to scream with the horror of it.
The words slammed into me, knocking the wind from my lungs and the lust from my mind. Had we really forgotten about everything since we’d locked ourselves in the bedroom? They’d warned me. Three more revelations sledged me in the chest.
Riley.
Shannon.
Oh, shit. My mom!
I turned to Olivia. “Do you know where my cell phone is? I should check in with my mom. She’s got to be worried that I haven’t given her an update… on anything.”
Olivia tucked a long strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, and her gray eyes flashed. She glanced to my fated mate, Logan Blackwood, the dark-haired alpha of Six-Mile Pack and the guy I’d just been fucking for basically three days straight.
Jasper took the tray of food from her while Logan swiped another chicken biscuit and shoved it into his mouth, munching noisily.
She stepped over the threshold and tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear before she answered. “It’s in the study.”
“Notifications?”
She winced. “A few.”
“More than a few, I’d bet,” I snapped. “Hopefully, they’re all okay.”
Olivia’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t answer.
Irritation burned through me, but it was from the compressed worry welling up and spilling over. I took a deep breath and blew it out in a slow stream.
“I’m sorry, Olivia,” I said. “None of this is your fault, and I don’t blame you.”
“Well, I do,” Logan barked, shoving a hand through his longish, dark hair, sending it sticking out in all directions. His bright blue eyes glittered with fury. “You know better than to interrupt fated mates.”
Olivia’s grey eyes flashed, and she rounded on the alphahole, brandishing her finger like a dagger. “Andyouknow I wouldn’t have interrupted except for the very clear instructions I had been given before you two locked yourselves in the manor to fuck.”
I pressed my palm to Logan’s forearm and took a deep breath of his scent: smoked whiskey, fresh cut pines, and the spicy scent of high-dollar cigars.
So wild. So feral.
Somine.
At my touch, his stance changed, and he looked back at me, visibly trying to gain control of his anger. It was as though I could see his wolf self in my mind. The points of his ears drooped, and he sat back on his haunches.
“She wouldn’t have bothered us unless there was a big reason,” I said.
