Fane’s face was blank as he looked at Jennifer. “I live to make you laugh, Jen. Truly, it’s my life’s passion,” he said dryly.
Decebel smacked his mate on her rear. “What is it going to take to make you behave?”
“I have a few ideas,” she said, grinning and winking up at him.
Vasile cleared his throat and looked at their fae guests. “I apologize for my pack’s behavior. They forget sometimes that they are more than just a pack of wolves.”
“We know we’re more than a pack of wolves,” Jen said. “We’re afreakypack of wolves.”
Jacque and Sally groaned at the same time, both lowering their heads and shaking them slowly.
“Never-ending,” Sally said. “She simply has a never-ending supply of dirty commentary.”
“It’s a gift,” Jen said, grinning at them.
“Or my punishment for some horrible thing I don’t remember doing,” Decebel muttered.
The male called Riven bowed his head slightly. “Peri explained that we might find your pack … strange,” the Fae said, as if that would completely explain the ridiculousness that tended to come from Jen’s mouth and, if Decebel was honest, the mouths of Jacque and Sally as well … and even Peri’s for that matter. He smirked. Bet she didn’t mention that Jen had rubbed off on her and she was nearly as ridiculous as his female.
“Great,” Jacque said from across the room. “She told you we were all idiots, didn’t she?”
Riven turned his eyes on her and Fane growled. Jacque smacked his arm. “Quit growling at the guests. It’s rude.”
“He protects you,” Riven said, his voice somehow melodic and yet emotionless at the same time. “He would attempt to kill me if he thought he needed to.”
“That’s how they roll,” Jen spoke up from beside Decebel. “Killing anything that breathes wrongly in our direction.”
“Sounds messy,” the female called Ona said.
Sally, Jacque, and Jen laughed.
“I like her,” Jacque said, motioning her head toward the female fae.
“Great,” Fane said through gritted teeth.
“Why does this irritate you, wolf?” Ona asked him.
It was Jacque who answered her. “Because he knows it would royally tick me off if he hurt you. People I like do not get to be wolf kibble.”
Ona’s inhumanly beautiful eyes shifted to Jacque. “You don’t even know me.”
“You’re a kindred spirit. I can feel it.”
Sally nodded. “Me too. Totally feel it.”
“What about them?” Ona motioned to her male companions.
“Dude, we can’t go around feeling them.” Jen snorted. “We can get away with a lot, but I’m pretty sure that’s where our men draw the lines.”
“Oh, now you’re setting boundaries,” Decebel said as he looked down at his mate.
Jen shrugged. “I’m turning over a new leaf.”
“Didn’t you turn over a new leaf like a week ago?” Sally asked.
“Probably, but it shriveled and died. So on to the next leaf.”
Vasile rubbed his face and let out a sigh as he folded his arms in front of his chest. “If you three are done,” he said pointedly, looking at each of the females of his pack.
