"I'm too old for that shit," Logan joked. "I'll be living here alone forever."
The three of them fed the horses while they waited for Colton. When he returned, they all walked behind the barn. Tyson looked at all of them. "Thanks, guys, for doing this with me."
"The only one that's going to be mad is Sarah. But as long as we don't get into a fight, she'll be okay," Drake added.
Colton rolled his eyes. "If she's around. Anyhow, let's get this little impromptu drunken fest under way."
They all shifted and took to the sky. Tyson led them to where he had visited before, and minutes later, they were walking down the streets of the big city. As they neared the address, they started getting louder and louder, pushing and shoving like a bunch of drunken college students.
Colton laughed. "Hopefully these idiots don't think we look too old to be in school."
Tyson pushed him toward the street. "Speak for yourself. I don't look a day over twenty."
Logan got in on the ribbing. "You just needed a lot of remedial classes."
When they reached Valerie's house, they could see the same men inside that Tyson had seen previously. They stumbled up the walkway, and Drake rang the doorbell. A tall, solidly built man answered the door, his beard and hair perfectly trimmed and styled. "What do you want?"
"Hey, dude. We're here for the party," Logan slurred in a very believable way.
"There's no party here. Get the hell out of here."
Logan stuck his foot in the door when the guy tried to close it. "Whoa, buddy. Those chicks said this was where the party was happening. You trying to keep them all for yourself?"
"There's no goddamn party going on."
"Then what are all of you doing here?"
Tyson watched in amusement. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that Logan was actually drunk.
"We fucking live here. Why am I explaining myself to you?"
By now, several of the other men had joined the first. They opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. All of them were large men with neatly trimmed facial hair and impeccable clothing. Tyson kicked himself for not asking Valerie for a photo of Randall.
Tyson felt Colton stiffen the same time he detected the odor himself. Logan stumbled backwards and grabbed Drake as he did. The men reacted in much the same way.
"What the fuck are dragons doing on our doorstep?"
Colton stepped forward. "What the fuck are werewolves doing in New York City? Isn't that a little cliche?"
A tense standoff became even tenser as Tyson's senses were filled with their stench. His temper was also spiking that Valerie had left off a very major detail about her life.
Another man stepped out, and Tyson knew in an instant that he was Randall. The other dogs backed down from their stance, and Randall paced back and forth as he studied the four brothers.
"What do we have here?"
Logan tried to stay in character. "We're not looking for trouble, man. We came for the party, but obviously dipshit here got the address wrong."
Drake followed his lead and pushed him. "Hey, this is the address she told me."
"Who told you?" Randall asked in a bellowing, authoritative voice.
"The chicks at the art museum. They invited us to hang out with them and gave this address."
Randall chucked, and Tyson wasn't sure he had ever heard anything more evil. His heart went out to Londyn that this man was her father. "I'll assume that's the same as a woman giving you the wrong phone number."
Colton grabbed ahold of Logan. "Come on, bro. It's not worth it. If there's no party, there's no party. No need to pick a fight with these dogs."
Randall's brow went up as he was obviously amused. "You blow fire from your nose, and we're the dogs?"
