“Finish telling Atlas what we learned,” Jason demanded of his mate.
“The lynx pack was run off by a more aggressive hyena pack,” Tristan revealed. “They were gone before your family was killed. Warned if they didn’t leave, it would be them getting ripped apart. They left.”
“I don’t blame them. I ended up leaving town since they creeped me out and I hadn’t figured out what they were,” Atlas admitted.
“It’s probably a very good thing that you left when you did,” Jason said. “We managed to track their movements and they have no problem killing humans or shifters.”
“They’re still…” Atlas trailed off, not wanting to say the words.
“That’s why we came here to talk to Bel. My twin is part of a paranormal family that is connected to a lot of demons,” Jason explained.
“The pack. I’ve heard all about them.”
“They’ve been dealing with some strange things happening in their town and just outside their land. Leo, Bastian, and Aaronhave a file on a rogue hyena pack. We think that they’ve found their way to my twin’s family,” Jason said.
“And they’ll meet their match,” Mammon declared. “Anyone who would go up against such strong paranormals are idiots. I have no doubt the pack will deal with them. Harshly if necessary.”
“We’re headed there next to share what we’ve learned,” Jason said. “Mammon wanted us to give you an update before he left.”
“Please tell your family to be careful,” Atlas requested. “There was something really wrong with them.”
“We’ll take care of them,” Tristan promised. “And send their souls where they belong. To you.”
Reality hit hard. Working as Bel’s assistant, Atlas would know when the shifters that killed his family were sent to hell.
“You’ll keep me updated?” Atlas asked.
Jason smiled kindly at him. “You have my word. And the family will want to meet you soon.”
Atlas waved at his eyes indicating the problem with the flickers. “As soon as we can figure out how I can be around them.”
“Yeah, a family full of shifters would be hard,” Jason agreed.
“You have no idea.”
* * * * *
Bel
His mate didn’t want food. Or more coffee. Atlas didn’t even want Bel to call anyone for him. Still sitting on the couch, Bel held Atlas against his chest as Atlas remained quiet and thinking. At least Bel figured that was what Atlas was doing. Truthfully, Bel had no idea what to do.
After what seemed like forever, Atlas tilted his head back to peer up at him. His blue eyes were wide and bright.
“What can I do for you?” Bel requested. He would do anything for his mate.
“Kiss me,” Atlas ordered.
“I…what?”
Atlas smiled. “I promised myself this morning that I was going to get a kiss from you today.”
“You want a kiss?” Bel asked. This was a direction that Bel didn’t think the moment would take. Wasn’t Atlas upset? Humans were hard to figure out sometimes.
“I do.” Atlas grabbed the back of Bel’s neck. “I’m done waiting for you to make the first move. I’m making the first move.”
Bel pushed down his shock. Done waiting on Bel? It killed him not to be able to touch his mate. And Atlas loved to be in Bel’s space, brushing a hand along his shoulder, or leaning into him. Bel often found himself wrapping his tail around Atlas just to keep his mate near.
Okay, maybe Bel had missed a few signals that Atlas had been sending him.
