Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Georgette St. Clair Page A

do anything to hurt Knox or anyone in his family. I found out about shifters yesterday, and I certainly had the opportunity to say something, and I never did. And I never will.”
    “Nobody asked you, skin ,” Sasha said, her eyes glowing a terrifying gold. “You’re not one of us, so—”
    Knox spun to face her and let out a howl of fury. She let out a gasp of fear and cowered behind her brother, who flashed Knox a quick glare of anger before bowing his head with reluctance.
    “Shut the hell up while you still have vocal cords in your throat,” Knox snarled. “You’re all evicted from the main house. You’ll move in to the Turner Cottage at the back of the property, and you are banned from pack gatherings and this house for the next month. If I ever hear you speak to Heather with disrespect again, you can find a new pack.”
    “I own property here…” Nathaniel repeated faintly.
    “And we can buy out your interest if necessary. Go pack. Now.”
    Tears ran down Sasha’s cheeks as they stormed out of the kitchen.
    Knox glanced at the assembled pack members, who were watching the scene with dismay.
    “All right, party’s over,” he growled. “Me and my mayyy— Uh, me and Heather are going to go get her settled in. Because she’s not going anywhere.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Heather’s room was connected to Knox’s bedroom by a doorway. It was decorated in a rustic style with a cherry wood sleigh bed and matching chest of drawers, and paintings of country scenes in early American primitive style on the wall.
    Heather’s books were already put away on the bookshelves that stood on either side of the bed, and her toiletries were neatly arranged on the vanity.
    “My stuff is here,” she said in surprise.
    “Yes, I sent my pack to bring it here. Your clothes are in the closet. Olive let them in,” he said.
    “She did?”
    “She’s my great-aunt,” he said. “Long story. I’ll tell you when you wake up. I see you yawning.”
    She nodded. “Long shift,” she mumbled.
    Knox left her to sleep, and she crawled onto the softest bed she’d ever felt and passed out. In her dreams, wolves chased her through the forest and howled at the moon.
    He let her sleep ’til early afternoon. Thankfully, she had the night off.
    After she’d showered and dressed, she went downstairs to help with dinner. The kitchen was an absolute chef’s dream. Without Sasha there, the atmosphere was considerably more relaxed.
    Heather helped make fresh rolls to go with the pot roast. They taught her how to churn butter, which she’d never done before.
    “We make our own ice cream too,” Lark told her eagerly. “We sell it at the grocery store in town.”
    “Oh, I would love to learn how to make ice cream,” Heather said. “Will you teach me how?”
    “I get to teach the Alpha’s mate?” Lark cried excitedly. She beamed with pride.
    “Now, now, dear, that’s between Knox and her,” Janet chided her.
    After dinner, Heather went upstairs to brush her teeth. Knox had offered to give her a tour of the property.
    When she walked down the back staircase, looking for him, she spotted him on the back porch, standing close to one of his packmates. She strained her ears to hear what he was saying.
    “Have you thought this through?” the packmate was asking. “Does she understand what would happen to her if she doesn’t agree to be your mate?”
    “No, and don’t say anything to her. That’s between me and her.” That came out in a growl.
    What would happen to her?
    Her veins turned to ice. What was Knox keeping from her? He was asking her to trust him, and change her entire life, and he was keeping secrets?
    Furious, she headed back upstairs, grabbed her purse, and then went back downstairs and slipped out the side door. She glanced around to make sure that nobody was there, and then began jogging through the woods towards the highway, way off in the distance.
    The sun was setting, but it wasn’t completely dark yet. She