Even with all the amazing technology we had access to, most of our mates still came from other packs or the people we delt with on a regular basis.
“Last month one of our younger pack members met his mate while working at the ranger station. She was from out of state but grew up around another pack.” It was just how things usually worked. “You already being able to sense the differences around you is probably how you found me.”
Dorian scrunched up his face but it faded quickly. “Let’s go take care of our new friend.”
Humans were interesting.
“Alright.” We could discuss other topics later once we knew where the pup had come from. “Let’s go inside.”
Hearing that had the pup coming to a screeching halt. Unfortunately he’d been taking a corner at the time and nearly ran headfirst into my bumper. “Hey. Careful.”
Dorian huffed at my barked-out order. “Yes, he could end up with a concussion. See? This is why we’re careful.”
Since I’d been more worried about my car, I glared at the nearly laughing pup. “Stop making him mad at me.”
The pup thought that was hilarious and nearly fell over laughing, but my favorite part was the way Dorian rolled his eyes. “Ridiculous.”
Yep, he was definitely ridiculous.
But it was cute how protective he was and I was going to have fun watching the chaos it caused.
“Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Shaking his head, he started marching toward the front door. “Am I going to run into anyone defending your home? You really should have someone defending it. It’s where you live as well as run pack business, correct?”
“How many romance novels have you been reading?” That was the only reason a human made so many accurate guesses. “Which authors?”
I needed to know what facts and nonsense I was up against.
Dorian turned a wonderful shade of red as the pup snorted out another laugh and almost tripped over his own paws. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
He seemed to think I was always ridiculous, so I knew he wasn’t serious about it.
“That wasn’t an answer, Wölfchen.” That got an adorably grumbling sound like he was a pissed-off pup who was stomping in anger. “Communication is important, Wölfchen.”
The pup was going to end up in dangerous situations if he didn’t learn when to laugh and when to keep his sense of humor to himself.
Our human teacher decided that ignoring us was the best choice of action and headed up the steps to the porch.
And walked right into my house.
“Humans usually don’t do that.”
The pup nodded, watching us both curiously.
“Come on. Before he claims a room and starts redecorating.” Humans just seemed to do that no matter what gender they were. “I like blue, so I really hope he’s not going to complain like my mother.”
Ugh.
The pup was going to love my mother too.
All the shenanigan-prone pups in the pack did.
“Let’s go.”
He liked the blue.
We found Dorian in my living room, halfway through the first floor like he’d just started exploring without thinking about it. He didn’t seem to feel any of it was odd, so I didn’t point it out. “The navy is a good choice. Your house is lovely but there’s less seating than I pictured.”
Yep, romance novels.
