Trouble

Mya woke with Taylor curled into her side. Taylor’s hand was on her breast and her breathing even. They’d slept for the first time in a long while. She kissed Taylor’s head and gently moved out of her grasp. She stood and after using the bathroom, made her way downstairs. She was surprised to see the front door open, and the smell of coffee was in the air. She walked to the pot and poured a cup then made her way to the open door. Tris sat on the step, a cup in both hands as she looked out over the mountain and lake. Mya leaned against the door frame and let the silence stretch, she knew Tris had heard her.

“I can picture her here,” Tris said, so quietly Mya had to strain to hear. “I can see her sitting out on the dock there, a rod in her hand, just relaxing. Or chasing a little kid around the yard.” She laughed when she heard Mya gasp. “You didn’t know.” It wasn’t a question. “The alpha is not the only wo