“The girl is safe.”Fraser takes Maisey’s hand and squeezes it.“You did the right thing, telling us what you saw in your mind’s eye.My betas and I got there in time.”
“Oh, thank goodness.”Maisey presses her hand to her chest.
“The fevered beast was neutralized,” Fraser goes on.“Another coyote.It seems to be spreading through them the quickest.”
“Did anyone get infected?”Elias asks.
“No, we were very careful not to come in contact with its blood.”
“Good,” I say and fold my arms.“We can’t afford to have more attacks or deaths.The public and the cops will begin to guess something is up.”
“We’ve kept our shifting secrets hidden for millennia, through thick and thin, there is no need for that to change.”Fraser points at a chair.“Can I?”
“Go ahead.”Maisey shuts the door and also sits.
“Why are you three here together?”Fraser sniffs the air, his nostrils flaring.“Smells ...funky.”He raises his eyebrows at Elias.
“I’m staying with Maisey, as you suggested.”Elias points at me.“Branson also found her, independently from me, the best solution was for us both to watch over her.He doesn’t trust me, I don’t trust him and she’s precious.”He sets his hand on her shoulder.“Very precious.”
“Indeed, she is.”Fraser stares intently at Maisey.“And quite possibly the solution to our problem.”
“What problem?”she asks.
“Moon fever.”
“I don’t understand.”She looks at Elias and then me.“What can I do other than hopefully predict attacks?”
Fraser gestures around the room.“Do you have a pin?”
“A pin?”she repeats.
“Yes, a sharp little pin, or needle.”
“Er, yes, in the bathroom cupboard there’s one.”
Fraser nods to Elias.“Go get it.”
He’s back in a second.
I stay tucked in the corner.I have no idea what is going on but I’m not going to interrupt an alpha, whether he’s the head of my clan or not.
“Here.”Elias gives the pin to Fraser.
He holds it to the light and then smiles.“Maisey, would you mind giving me your finger?”
“Why?”I step forward, protectiveness flaring despite my last thought.“What do you want with her?”I growl.
Fraser considers me for a moment then, “I need her blood.”
“Like hell you do.”I march forward, my spine tingling, my panther-self scratching to get out and take the dog down.“Stay away from her.”
“Don’t get your claws in a twist.”Fraser glares at me.“I intend her no harm, she is more valuable alive to all of us.”
“I’d agree with that,” I say with a hiss catching in my throat.
“Maisey has been the subject of much discussion this last hour amongst the elders,” Fraser says.
“Which elders?”I ask.
