“There’s a walk-out basement with a large bonus room. That’s where the pack meets if we’re doing something inside.” He just hadn’t seen the stairs for that because they were at the back of the house. “Most of the time the weather is good enough that we meet outside.”
“That makes sense.” Doing another slow circle, he appraised the room one more time before he turned back to us. “Where should our new friend change?”
He was a pup.
“There’s a small guest room just down that hallway.” Pointing to the far side of the living room, I gestured toward the right. “There are clothes in the dresser. Just shorts and T-shirts but something should fit.”
The pup took that as his cue and bounded toward the guest room, not looking worried at all about being in a strange packhouse.
Maybe he was…well…wasn’t that smart?
Dorian frowned before walking over and getting entirely too close to me considering he was human. “Shouldn’t he be more worried about…well…you’re a stranger.”
So was he.
Moving my lips to his ear, I nodded and whispered as low as I thought I could with him seeming to have human hearing. “Yes. Normally he would have more reservations around a strange pack.”
Nodding like he knew he’d been right, Dorian sighed. “So what’s going on?”
That was a very good question…on several levels…because I wasn’t sure if he knew what was going on with us either.
It was entirely possible that my mate didn’t know he’d found his mate.
Chapter 5
Dorian
“That’s a very good question, Wölfchen, but my first thought is that we aren’t strangers for some reason or there was a serious problem where he came from.” Braun’s whispered words were practical but the low tone and the feel of his breath on my neck had me fighting to control myself.
It was not the time to moan or ask him if he was dating anyone.
Focus.
“Teenagers can be overly confident about dangerous situations, but this hasn’t given me good feelings from the very beginning.” His swing from angry to excited might be a normal teenage mood swing, but nothing else about the situation felt normal.
Werewolves, Alphas, and packs notwithstanding.
“We’re just going to take it one step at a time and not react if he says something unexpected.” Braun paused but didn’t hide me from the reality of the situation. “If he was just lost or something like that, we’d have already heard about it. Pups don’t disappear unless they don’t want to be found.”
And there weren’t many situations where a teenager would make that kind of decision.
Not good.
Very, very not good.
“I understand.” And I did…I’d run into difficult situations in the past, I’d just hoped I’d seen the last of those. “No reaction and we take things one step at a time.”
I could do that.
“He’s coming.” Somehow Braun’s lips brushed my ear but that was just because he’d needed to get close enough for me to hear his quiet words.
Them having better than average hearing was perfectly understandable given the different physiology.
His timing was better than average too because he’d straightened and stepped away from me before our new friend came barreling out of the bedroom, clothed and in a human body.
Amazing.
“Can I have a sandwich before we have burgers, Alpha?” The boy skidded to a halt halfway between us, sauntering the rest of the way in an oversized T-shirt and basketball shorts that looked like something any of my students would’ve come in wearing.
