Bound to Shadows by Keri Arthur

just figured he deserved a good home, and I knew you liked dogs.”
“Thanks,” she said, then added tartly. “But don’t think you can start dumping any old stray

you’re feeling sorry for on my doorstep. I’m not a halfway house for the abandoned.”
“Got it,” I said, knowing that if I ever did turn up with another stray, Sal wouldn’t turn him

away. She might be a hardheaded bitch when she was dealing with me, but when it came to real dogs, she was the biggest softie around. And that made her a

good person in my book—even if I’d never tell her.
“Glad we’re clear about that,” Sal said, tossing her caramel-colored hair out of her eyes. “Now

go away.”
I grinned and left. No one was home when I got there, but I knew both Rhoan and Liander would be

back for dinner so I left them a note to wake me and went to bed.
It seemed that no sooner had I hit the pillow when something hard was hitting me upside the head.

I opened a bleary eye and found myself staring at a shoe. A rather grimy and sweat-drenched

running shoe, to be precise.
“I know that smell and I do not appreciate it sitting on my pillow,” I muttered, swatting the

shoe off my bed. “Go away and leave me alone.”
“You’re the one that wanted to be woken for dinner,” Rhoan said, his voice gratingly cheerful.

“Liander’s just about to serve.”
“What time is it?” I tried glaring at the clock, but it was facing the window rather than me and

I didn’t have the energy to reach out and grab it.
“It’s six-thirty,” he said, suddenly appearing in my vision as he bent down to retrieve his shoe.

He was wearing old sweatpants that clung to his lean, muscular legs and a blue muscle shirt that

was darkened with sweat. My nose twitched, drawing in the familiar scent of him, feeling the

security of it wrap around me like an old but much-loved blanket. All wolves needed their pack,

but for too many years Rhoan and I had only had each other. And while we now had Liander and

Quinn sharing our lives, we’d been together for so long, with no one else.
Which was why Liander now lived in our apartment, why Quinn was spending more and more time here,

and why we were seriously considering getting a bigger place. With the four of us, it was getting

a little cramped.
“You’re not showering before you eat?” I mumbled, dragging my pillow closer in a last-ditch

effort to retain some threads of sleepiness. I didn’t want to get up. I felt like crap. Dreams

had disturbed my sleep, and it felt like I hadn’t got any rest at all.
The bed bounced as Rhoan plopped his sweaty self down. “Liander likes the odor of hard work, so

no, not just yet. Did you write up your report for Jack?”
My eyes flew open and I groaned. “God, no. Totally forgot about it.”
“Which would explain the irate phone call we got a few minutes ago. I don’t think you’re his

favorite guardian right at this moment.”
“Am I ever?” I muttered, and dragged myself upright. Every muscle in my body protested the

movement. Anyone would think I’d gone twelve rounds in the boxing ring or had a night of

rough-and-tumble sex.
“You look like shit,” Rhoan said, eyeing me with a frown. “What happened last night?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary and certainly nothing strenuous.” I rubbed a hand across gritty

eyes. “I just feel drained and tired.”
“How long were you asleep?”
“Nearly six hours.”
“Maybe you’re coming down with something.” His gaze went to my neck, although if he was looking

for bite marks, there were none to be found. I healed extraordinarily quickly these days.

“Quinn’s not taking too much blood again, is he?”
“Quinn’s still substituting synth blood for mine a couple of days a week, so no, he’s not taking

too much.” I yawned. “Maybe I just need coffee and food.”
“Maybe.” Rhoan pushed to his feet. “We’ve got roast lamb tonight.”
Roast lamb was my one of my