“Your mate?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well.” Morgan thought it over. “If the fates decide he’s worthy of being your mate, I’d say he’ll be pretty great.” Morgan grinned. “Not as great as me, of course, so you probably shouldn’t tell him about my skills in bed. I wouldn’t want to make him jealous.”
Lillian snorted.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He puffed up his chest. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy yourself tonight.”
“Alphas and your egos.” She rolled her eyes. “I enjoyed myself, Morgan.”
“Excellent.” He bent down and kissed her forehead. “I better get out of here before your parents get home.” Lillian’s parents had gone to dinner at one of the restaurants in the human town, so they had a long drive home, but it was late enough that Morgan expected to hear their car pull up any minute.
“They know we’re dating.”
“Still.” He picked his hoody up off the ground and draped it over his arm. “I don't want things to get awkward.”
“I’m eighteen. That makes me old enough to decide wha—” The rest of Lillian’s sentence was cut off by a bang so loud it shook the windows.
“What was that?” Morgan rushed out of Lillian’s bedroom, through the house, and out the front door. By the time his bare feet hit the grass outside, he could smell smoke and see an orange glow to the north.
“Morgan?” Lillian said breathlessly as she ran out of the house. “What’s going on?”
“It’s a fire.” He would make better time in his wolf form than his human, so he pulled off the clothes he had just put on. “It’s coming from the same direction as the Alpha house, so my dad and Jerold are probably already on the way. I’m going to help.” He shifted into his wolf form and raced toward the quickly thickening scent of smoke, hoping nobody was hurt.