“It was the easiest way to move.” Braun kissed my head before stepping deeper into the living room. “It’s also going to make it easy to move to the other house, and it means that you’ll need to do some shopping to put your own stamp on it.”
Emeric snickered. “He just doesn’t want to have to decorate the downstairs.”
Braun sighed but refused to admit Emeric was right. “I’m being generous.”
“That’s very sweet of you.” No matter why he’d suggested it. “You’ve done a wonderful job with the living room and your bedroom. I think we should continue those colors downstairs and I’ll mix in some things that I think would go with it.”
And his smile was back.
Books should’ve done a better job of warning me how dramatic Alpha werewolves were.
“It’s going to be perfect but right now we’re picking up clothes and work stuff.” Braun’s frown and studious expression as he started circling the room like Emeric had me trying not to smile. “Then we’ll come back over later this week and get more of your stuff.”
As I headed back to my bedroom, I tried to sound just as serious as he had. “I promise it’s not as much stuff as you’re probably thinking. The knickknacks in there and stuff like the throw pillows are the only stuff that’s mine.”
All my stuff had fit in my car when I’d first come over and I hadn’t added too much to it.
“The bedroom has a bit more but it’s not terrible.” A chair and a few random things I’d found at flea markets to make it easier to work at home.
The couch just wasn’t comfortable enough to do all my work on it and my kitchen table was tiny.
Oh.
Work.
“Last week two seniors started giving each other shit about names or something. They stopped as soon as I walked close enough to hear what they were arguing about, but I’m pretty sure it was something about the word shifter?” I’d clearly missed something.
Oh.
He groaned.
Putting down the suitcase I’d grabbed, I went out into the living room to see a very guilty-looking Alpha trying to give me wide eyes. “What did you do?”
Emeric giggled as Braun sighed, but he didn’t interrupt what we knew was going to be a ridiculous story. Our clearly misbehaving Alpha scrubbed his hand over his face. “Ugh, I should’ve made time for more coffee.”
There hadn’t been time for that because I had work.
“And?” Giving him a keep going motion, I headed back to the bedroom. “I need important information if I’m going to fit in.”
“I didn’t do it.” He was clearly involved somehow based on that response, but I just kept silent as I quickly started packing enough for a couple of days. “Okay, so my uncle had a terrible sense of humor and liked horror movies.”
This didn’t sound good.
“When he was younger, he might’ve convinced several of the cat shifter groups that the name werewolf was derogatory.”
What?
“I’ve been using that word!” Good grief. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Had I seen that issue in any books?
Why hadn’t more authors prepared me correctly?
“Because it’s bullshit.” Braun’s response got snickers from Emeric but didn’t give me enough information to go on. “He told them it was associated with horror movies and shouldn’t be used. He thought it was funny, but it kind of stuck and it’s gotten out of control.”
For Pete’s sake.
“So?” How many outfits would I need? “Are the different groups still fighting over that?”
