After that, Dean went to retrieve Kiera from the healing centre. He didn’t like her being there for this long. It didn’t matter that she needed to heal; he didn’t trust that one healer. That’s when he wondered. He speculated whether the healer was related to the druid they were looking for. The healer’s words were so lacking in empathy. Dean feared two polar opposite things, and so he put the guards there while he was gone. That healer either worked with the black market rogue druid, and Kiera wasn’t safe there. Or Dean was seeing conspiracies everywhere that didn’t exist. Could anyone fault him since everything appeared so complicated currently if he was seeing false conspiracies? His father, the wolf, was an enigma. No one would speak about him. Dean had to admit that he’d not tried now that he had a name to find out more about him. That’s when he thought of his uncle’s old files. He kept notes on the pack’s members, all on paper. His unc

Kiera noticed Jerome at the entrance of the sitting room. He had a file in his hand, and he tapped the palm of his other hand. She could see his mind racing over something in his head as he hesitated there in the doorway. That must be the file Dean mentioned, and Jerome must have read it. Whatever was in it didn’t bode well for Dean’s temperament. Kiera was debating whether she should excuse herself or stay for this. Jerome decided for her, and the male entered handed the file without a word to Dean. Without a word, he all but fled the room before Dean could thank him for it. That wasn’t a suspicious in the least. For a wolf, he was a coward sometimes. Why Dean used him in the office when he was desperate confused her. But it wasn’t her business. What really confused her was that the coward was supposed to be an enforcer but couldn’t handle giving a little bad news. “What’s that exactly, Dean?” “My uncle’s file on my father. It must be bad if Jerome

“What are you doing, Trisha?” James came into their room to see Trisha packing a large bag. They were going for the day at most. She didn’t need a bag for anything. “It’s simple. I know you two. You’re seeing Dean for the first time in person since you two had that encounter with that druid. I’m not crazy. One or both of you will fall back into old habits. You’ll both argue, there might be a fist or two thrown. But I won’t let it get farther than that.” She held up a small spray bottle. “What is that?” “This happens when there are too many males in one space and a girl needs to get some peace and quiet. Humans have pepper spray, I have peppermint spray. It’s icy all the time and if you nail the right spot. Well, it’s either a mood enhancer or a mood killer. Then this is my cinnamon version. Let’s just say eyes are the key and never use on humans.” “You are sick, and you can forget taking that bag with you if that’s what you are carrying. I

“To get back to what I was saying. I woke up in a dirty basement and chained in shifter silver to the wall. He tried to feed me a burger and fries. When I didn’t eat, he freaked out on me. Eventually he hauled me up stairs and handcuffed me before putting me in a chair. He went on talking and ranting to me. I ended up finding out that he was, Henry Gingham. Everything else I needed to translate from his rambling. He claimed you both were his sons and a spell needed to be lifted because it didn’t go away like it should. They put there it so you both could keep your eyes on the ball. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Anyway, he had someone with him that could do that. I was supposed to be the prize for whoever came out of the fight, the clear victor. The words creepy and crazy explained this dude. Then he got some idea that he needed to talk to someone immediately, and he left me sitting there unguarded. I stood up from the chair and got out through a broken window. Eventuall

Oli looked at the text messages from Dean. James was sitting in their sitting room eating and talking all Nicey, Nicey with Dean. Now Oli needed to talk to Dr. Graves about finding a way to get Elder Evans to tell him how to contact the illegal blood seller. Elder Evans wasn’t making much sense right now. “Nurse, ma’am. Is there a way I could speak with Dr. Graves? I’ve got a request from my alpha about Elder Evans, but I need to ask him if it’s possible to fulfil the request.” “First, it’s Nurse Graves. If anyone can contact Dr. Graves, it’s me, dear. Now what can I tell him when I reach him?” That took Oli back. Either everyone in this place had the unfortunate last name of Graves, or this was Dr. Graves’ sister or mate. He would lean toward Dr. Graves’ mate. “Oh, uh, my alpha wants me to get information on who the Elder was supposed to contact and how. But I’m not sure how far I can push him right now. I would like some recommen