"No, Donald lost his wolf."
"Okay, I'm not following," Scott told him.
"Can I speak to this Fenrir person?"
“Why?”
“It’s important,” Quintus told him. “I’ll explain everything later, but I think Fenrir can help him.”
"Fine," Scott sighed and closed his eyes. Seconds later, another presence was felt in the room.
"This better be good. I think I was close to finding him," the gruff sounding person said behind Quintus.
He turned and craned his head up looking at the man who entered—tall, midnight-black hair, and blood-red eyes.
"You're him," Quintus said. “You look just like he described.”
"Did you fuck him stupid or something?" He asked, looking at Scott with utter annoyance.
"Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my mate." Scott growled.
"Both of you watch your damn mouths," Braxton snapped. "You're scaring the poor boy. Come to me, dearest." He held his arms out, and Quintus couldn't help but go to him. Strong arms wrapped around him, feeling like comfort and home.
"You have competition," he heard Fenrir say. "I think your mate’s becoming the new favorite. Better watch out."
“Shut up,” Scott growled but Quintus could tell there wasn’t any anger behind his words.
“Ignore them, my young one, and talk to me. What do you mean about this Donald losing his wolf?" Braxton asked.
Quintus leaned back a bit to look into the man's deep blue eyes. "Donald...he's been acting strange, and yesterday he said he lost his wolf. He's unable to shift." He turned and looked at Fenrir. "He thinks he’s turned back into a human. He also knows you're in town."
"Where is he?" Fenrir asked hurriedly.
"He's home." Quintus gave him the address, and instantly he was gone like a gust of wind.
"My love, have you ever heard of a shifter losing its animal?" Armand asked.
"Not ordinary shifters, but there are…" Braxton stopped and shook his head. "He wouldn't dare."
"What?" Scott asked.
"The one thing that is most forbidden, even from us gods. My mating with your sire caused a war between father and son. But if Fenrir did what I think he did, it will affect not only our realm but the heavens and hells, as well." Braxton looked scared. "Fuck, my father is going to kill him."
There was a sudden shift in the room as another person appeared. "Who am I going to kill, my dearest child?"
Quintus gasped and hands covered his eyes from the bright glow coming off the man.
"Father, turn off the glow. You're going to blind everyone in the damn room," he heard Braxton snap. “You’re going to blind my poor Quintus.”
“Your Quintus?”
Quintus heard the sarcasm in Scott’s question.
“Yes,” Braxton answered instantly. “He’s so adorable. Father you’re still bright as the damn sun.”
"Oh, sorry. I was in the upper realm dealing with a few things."
Braxton removed his hands from his eyes. He felt like such a child being around Scott's family. His eyes kept darting from one person to another.
