effort, werewolves with that knowledge could advise those with the gift. All of our dens would be standing long before fall turned into winter.”
“And everyone with the gift would be singled out, a quick target for any werewolf who wanted to start trouble,” Dante argued.
“Are you saying you don’t trust your own pack members?” Dimitri challenged.
“You would have the world believe you can take out a pack single-handed, but when it comes to giving that same strength to an entire pack, you balk at the idea.”
“I don’t trust any pack other than ours.” Dante pushed his mate toward Juan and took a step toward Dimitri. “What you suggest stretches our throats and makes us even more vulnerable to surrounding packs who already would kill for a way to get us out of here.”
“I’m not afraid of any other pack,” Dimitri told him, and glanced around at the werewolves surrounding them and listening closely. “If we stand united as a pack, loyal to each other, we have nothing to fear.”
Dante shook his head, looking more and more aggravated. Erin fought not to beam at her littermate. Her pride in him couldn’t be stronger. Ever since they’d arrived here, he’d discussed repeatedly how much he wanted to lead the pack. It was true that most packs surrounding them hated them and wanted them gone. But Dimitri wasn’t scared.
And neither was Erin.
She took a step forward until she stood next to him. “Dimitri would make us even stronger as a pack leader. What Malta werewolf hides in fear?”
The roar from all werewolves around them had to be heard clear to the next mountain. It was almost impossible to tell if most approved of Dimitri leading or not.
Everyone yelled at once, excitement electrifying the cold air.
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Lorie O’Clare
Chapter Five
Juan wouldn’t be welcome at the Spalto den. He had no doubts on that one.
Especially after Dante and Dimitri almost went at each other’s throats earlier that day.
He ached to see Erin though—to smell her scent around him and enjoy her hot little body but also to learn her mind. And God, what he wouldn’t do to fuck her again.
Pressure had built inside him over the past couple of days that only her hot little body could take care of. Unfortunately, showing up at her den probably wouldn’t go over too well.
Moira finished stacking dishes in the cupboard and turned, glancing at Dante before giving Juan her attention. “That little Spalto bitch has grabbed a hold of your tail, hasn’t she?”
“More like he’s gotten himself a piece of tail,” Dante grumbled.
“You got a problem with that?” Juan wouldn’t be swayed by Dante’s foul mood tonight.
“Nope.” Dante glanced at Moira, staring at her long enough for Juan to know the two of them spoke to each other with their minds. Dante’s scent grew stronger, just as it always did when he used the gift.
They both liked thinking he was ignorant of the strength of their gifts, and he didn’t have a problem playing along—usually. But the three of them had been silent after supper, and Moira bringing up exactly what was on his mind was no coincidence. It was times like this when the two-bedroom den he shared with them was a bit too confining.
“I’m heading out. Don’t wait up for me,” he told them, winking at Moira before grabbing his jacket from the chair by the front door.
“Why are you sniffing after that Spalto bitch?” Dante took the beer that Moira brought him and twisted the cap off with his teeth. “She’s more out of control than any other bitch I’ve seen you run with.”
“Just because she’s Dimitri’s littermate doesn’t make her less appealing,” Juan said, stuffing his arms into his leather jacket. He gave Dante a knowing grin. “Out of control isn’t always a bad thing.”
“It’s not that,” Moira jumped in. Her concern was usually an appealing scent, but tonight it grated on Juan’s nerves. “It’s obvious she wants you just like you want
“And everyone with the gift would be singled out, a quick target for any werewolf who wanted to start trouble,” Dante argued.
“Are you saying you don’t trust your own pack members?” Dimitri challenged.
“You would have the world believe you can take out a pack single-handed, but when it comes to giving that same strength to an entire pack, you balk at the idea.”
“I don’t trust any pack other than ours.” Dante pushed his mate toward Juan and took a step toward Dimitri. “What you suggest stretches our throats and makes us even more vulnerable to surrounding packs who already would kill for a way to get us out of here.”
“I’m not afraid of any other pack,” Dimitri told him, and glanced around at the werewolves surrounding them and listening closely. “If we stand united as a pack, loyal to each other, we have nothing to fear.”
Dante shook his head, looking more and more aggravated. Erin fought not to beam at her littermate. Her pride in him couldn’t be stronger. Ever since they’d arrived here, he’d discussed repeatedly how much he wanted to lead the pack. It was true that most packs surrounding them hated them and wanted them gone. But Dimitri wasn’t scared.
And neither was Erin.
She took a step forward until she stood next to him. “Dimitri would make us even stronger as a pack leader. What Malta werewolf hides in fear?”
The roar from all werewolves around them had to be heard clear to the next mountain. It was almost impossible to tell if most approved of Dimitri leading or not.
Everyone yelled at once, excitement electrifying the cold air.
31
Lorie O’Clare
Chapter Five
Juan wouldn’t be welcome at the Spalto den. He had no doubts on that one.
Especially after Dante and Dimitri almost went at each other’s throats earlier that day.
He ached to see Erin though—to smell her scent around him and enjoy her hot little body but also to learn her mind. And God, what he wouldn’t do to fuck her again.
Pressure had built inside him over the past couple of days that only her hot little body could take care of. Unfortunately, showing up at her den probably wouldn’t go over too well.
Moira finished stacking dishes in the cupboard and turned, glancing at Dante before giving Juan her attention. “That little Spalto bitch has grabbed a hold of your tail, hasn’t she?”
“More like he’s gotten himself a piece of tail,” Dante grumbled.
“You got a problem with that?” Juan wouldn’t be swayed by Dante’s foul mood tonight.
“Nope.” Dante glanced at Moira, staring at her long enough for Juan to know the two of them spoke to each other with their minds. Dante’s scent grew stronger, just as it always did when he used the gift.
They both liked thinking he was ignorant of the strength of their gifts, and he didn’t have a problem playing along—usually. But the three of them had been silent after supper, and Moira bringing up exactly what was on his mind was no coincidence. It was times like this when the two-bedroom den he shared with them was a bit too confining.
“I’m heading out. Don’t wait up for me,” he told them, winking at Moira before grabbing his jacket from the chair by the front door.
“Why are you sniffing after that Spalto bitch?” Dante took the beer that Moira brought him and twisted the cap off with his teeth. “She’s more out of control than any other bitch I’ve seen you run with.”
“Just because she’s Dimitri’s littermate doesn’t make her less appealing,” Juan said, stuffing his arms into his leather jacket. He gave Dante a knowing grin. “Out of control isn’t always a bad thing.”
“It’s not that,” Moira jumped in. Her concern was usually an appealing scent, but tonight it grated on Juan’s nerves. “It’s obvious she wants you just like you want
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