“Since when do you carry?”
Her lips curled, although she kept her attention on the werewolf. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“We’re going to talk about this.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Jesus. It was like talking to a more stubborn version of myself.
I returned my attention to the man currently crouched in front of us. He’d landed lightly on my hood, legs spread, arms crossed, face hard.
“I think he wants us to get out,” I said.
Evie snorted. “You think?”
My guns were in my safe in the trunk, but I wasn’t planning on needing them. I just had to refrain from making any fast movements near the pissed-off werewolf.
“Stay in the car,” I said.
I palmed my Mark II and slowly opened the door.
On the other side, Evie opened her door and got out. Because of course she did.
The werewolf jumped off my Toyota and I scowled at him.
“That was unnecessary,” I said. He just stared at me, and I reached for patience. “I need to talk to Nathaniel. It’s important. One of his cases may be related to one of mine.”
He pulled a phone from his pocket, muttered a few words, and nodded.
“Drive toward Nathaniel’s. Don’t veer off-course unless you want to die.”
I nodded and glanced at Evie. Her face was hard, her gun still aimed at the werewolf. He ignored it and stepped back, his eyes glowing yellow as he watched us. I got in the car and Evie did the same, her face pale.
I cleared my throat. “Sorry about that,” I said. “I guess I should’ve made an appointment after all.”
She tucked her Glock away under her floaty skirt and burst out laughing. “I guess so.”
Nathaniel had been the alpha of the Triangle’s werewolf pack since the portals first opened. He’d managed to gain control of his wolf after the shock of transforming, and had forced the other wolves to fall in line. He lived down the end of a cul-de-sac, in a ranch-style house with floor-to-ceiling windows. His home seemed to melt into the forest around it, and Evie let out a low whistle as we parked.
“This place is huge.”
“I guess it has to be since the pack is so big.”
Tobias opened the door as we walked toward it. Like last time I visited, he was wearing a suit.
“Ms. Amana,” he said. “It’s nice to see you. However next time, you may want to–”
“Make an appointment? Yeah, I got that. Why are you guys so jumpy?”
He clammed up and gestured for us to walk into the sitting room off the entranceway. Nathaniel was already waiting, and he didn’t look pleased.
The ice-blue color of Nathaniel’s eyes warned me that his wolf was close to the surface. I dropped my gaze, hoping my sister knew to do the same. Last time I was here, I’d used my power to keep myself from succumbing to his dominance, but something told me that Nathaniel wasn’t in the mood to play. I’d get more cooperation if I treaded carefully.
I studied Nathaniel’s face. His gaze had left me, and he was staring at my sister. There was something in his eyes that I didn’t like.
He got to his feet. “Ms. Amana. And who is this?”
“My sister, Evelyn,” I said.
