Pamela.
“End the conversation.” Stone would warn his brother once.
Gabe stared at him for a moment, his gaze not faltering and his expression serious.
Finally he turned around, looking down at Pamela.
“Tell her goodbye,” he ordered.
Pamela sighed, her fun obviously being brought to an end. “I’ve got to go, Ali.
We’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
She hung up the phone and jumped off the couch. When she snuggled up at him, he
knew he was glaring, everything in him telling him to run, get the hell out of the
mountains.
“You’re a goner, Stone,” she said, giggling, and then pranced around him into
Gabe’s arms.
“Who called who?” Stone asked, his mood darkening.
“Ali called me.” Her hand snaked up Gabe’s chest, while her eyes sparkled with
humor as she smiled at Stone. “She is such a wonderful bitch, wanted to make sure all
of your favorite foods would be there.”
Stone envisioned Ali’s large den, her littermates running around her while she
talked on the phone. More than likely at least one of them would have known she’d
called to arrange the menu. If that were the case, her sire or her mother would easily get
word of it too. There would be questions. But—what would Ali say as the answer?
If she told her sire that he’d fucked her…
Stone let out a sigh. Cariboo lunewulf had some tough laws when it came to their
virgins. Gabe picked up on the worry that raced through him.
“You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?” Gabe said, more than asked.
Stone turned away from them, realizing it would only be fair to let them know what
they would possibly be walking in on.
“It’s worse than that.” He ran his hand through his hair, staring through the pretty
curtains Pamela had put up and out at the mountainous view outside. “She was a
virgin.”
“Stone.” Pamela breathed his name, her concern sending a chill down his back.
He didn’t like Pamela thinking he was less of a werewolf, for any reason.
He turned around, ready to face both of them as they judged him.
“So you fucked this young bitch and then just took off?” Pamela sounded more hurt
than anything.
His brother’s gaze was hard, his emotions in check, as he stared hard at Stone.
Quickly, he gave them an abridged version of what happened, the story they had
wanted over the phone when they’d called earlier that week.
Pamela shook her head. “You’re in deep this time. Pack law will be on her side if
she even howls a minute about this.”
“She’s right.” Gabe turned, running his hand through his hair the way Stone had
just done. “I believe you that she wanted it. And if we were in a larger pack, things
might go easier on you.”
“We’re in the mountains. Cariboo are more backwards than any other pack.” Pamela
crossed her arms over her waist, sincerely looking sorry for him. “You know as well as I
do that many of us bitches run with a werewolf or two before we mate. Just don’t let the
pack find out about it. And here in the mountains…”
“Which is why we left the mountains,” Stone interrupted her, and then looked at
Gabe.
His twin had come back here for Pamela, to be with her, respect the wishes of her
den and make their home here.
So why was Stone here? He didn’t have any clearer answer several hours later,
when they pulled up in front of the Bastien den. Anyone could have driven that load of
supplies out here to Jonathan Bastien. Stone had jumped on the opportunity to come
back to Banff. The reasons why didn’t come to him easily. The more he dwelled on it,
the more it brought a hardening pit to his gut.
The three of them sat in the truck for a moment, Pamela snug between the two of
them with a covered dish on her lap. Cars lined both sides of the street, and the Bastien
den seemed to be bursting with Cariboo
“End the conversation.” Stone would warn his brother once.
Gabe stared at him for a moment, his gaze not faltering and his expression serious.
Finally he turned around, looking down at Pamela.
“Tell her goodbye,” he ordered.
Pamela sighed, her fun obviously being brought to an end. “I’ve got to go, Ali.
We’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
She hung up the phone and jumped off the couch. When she snuggled up at him, he
knew he was glaring, everything in him telling him to run, get the hell out of the
mountains.
“You’re a goner, Stone,” she said, giggling, and then pranced around him into
Gabe’s arms.
“Who called who?” Stone asked, his mood darkening.
“Ali called me.” Her hand snaked up Gabe’s chest, while her eyes sparkled with
humor as she smiled at Stone. “She is such a wonderful bitch, wanted to make sure all
of your favorite foods would be there.”
Stone envisioned Ali’s large den, her littermates running around her while she
talked on the phone. More than likely at least one of them would have known she’d
called to arrange the menu. If that were the case, her sire or her mother would easily get
word of it too. There would be questions. But—what would Ali say as the answer?
If she told her sire that he’d fucked her…
Stone let out a sigh. Cariboo lunewulf had some tough laws when it came to their
virgins. Gabe picked up on the worry that raced through him.
“You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?” Gabe said, more than asked.
Stone turned away from them, realizing it would only be fair to let them know what
they would possibly be walking in on.
“It’s worse than that.” He ran his hand through his hair, staring through the pretty
curtains Pamela had put up and out at the mountainous view outside. “She was a
virgin.”
“Stone.” Pamela breathed his name, her concern sending a chill down his back.
He didn’t like Pamela thinking he was less of a werewolf, for any reason.
He turned around, ready to face both of them as they judged him.
“So you fucked this young bitch and then just took off?” Pamela sounded more hurt
than anything.
His brother’s gaze was hard, his emotions in check, as he stared hard at Stone.
Quickly, he gave them an abridged version of what happened, the story they had
wanted over the phone when they’d called earlier that week.
Pamela shook her head. “You’re in deep this time. Pack law will be on her side if
she even howls a minute about this.”
“She’s right.” Gabe turned, running his hand through his hair the way Stone had
just done. “I believe you that she wanted it. And if we were in a larger pack, things
might go easier on you.”
“We’re in the mountains. Cariboo are more backwards than any other pack.” Pamela
crossed her arms over her waist, sincerely looking sorry for him. “You know as well as I
do that many of us bitches run with a werewolf or two before we mate. Just don’t let the
pack find out about it. And here in the mountains…”
“Which is why we left the mountains,” Stone interrupted her, and then looked at
Gabe.
His twin had come back here for Pamela, to be with her, respect the wishes of her
den and make their home here.
So why was Stone here? He didn’t have any clearer answer several hours later,
when they pulled up in front of the Bastien den. Anyone could have driven that load of
supplies out here to Jonathan Bastien. Stone had jumped on the opportunity to come
back to Banff. The reasons why didn’t come to him easily. The more he dwelled on it,
the more it brought a hardening pit to his gut.
The three of them sat in the truck for a moment, Pamela snug between the two of
them with a covered dish on her lap. Cars lined both sides of the street, and the Bastien
den seemed to be bursting with Cariboo
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