He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. “As much as I’d love to stay in bed all day with you, there's a matter that needs to be addressed immediately. We have to tell Beth.”
“What do you mean we?”
“I will do all of the talking, but I want you there. She needs to see we are a united front as a couple. Besides that...you are my mate, which makes you second in command.”
“What?” Panic gripped me. How could I be second in command? There was still so much I didn't know.
Gabe squeezed my hand. “Don't worry, the second in command is generally only needed if something happens to incapacitate me.”
“Don't even say such a thing!”
“There's always the possibility. Some of Mitch's pack may seek retribution, or another pack could start a war. Anyway, you don't have to shoulder it alone. The twins would be there every step of the way to guide you if you needed help if events such as those arise, and Emily is a fountain of wisdom when it comes to settling pack squabbles. More than likely, it's not something you have to worry about, but I wanted you to know.”
“There's something I need to tell you before we deal with the issue with Beth. Before Mitch attacked me, he said he'd been ordered to do so by the Alpha of his pack. He said that his Alpha is my father.”
“But Doc said your father was human.”
“I know, but Mitch was very clear, and he had knowledge that my mother was a witch. I asked why I needed to be attacked to be turned if my father was a werewolf, and he mentioned that it had to do with my mother's bloodline. He said he didn't know all of the details. He also said my father promised me to him as a mate if he turned me and brought me back. My father also apparently gave the order for Susie to be killed.”
“Why would he order her death?”
“So would I would no longer have any ties to my old life.”
Worry clouded Gabe's face. “We will need to check into what he said. It could just be the ramblings of an obsessed and deranged man, or you could be in danger. I will get the twins and Doc to check the story out.”
I nodded. If I had a father out there somewhere ordering people to be attacked or killed, he needed to be stopped. Hopefully, it was just a delusion, but the fact he hinted at knowing the secret of my heritage worried me.
“Okay babe, I'm going to fetch Beth. Get dressed and meet us in the office.” He got out of bed, and I admired the view as he sauntered to the closet to pull on a pair of jeans. I learned the night before just how much of a benefit it was that he went commando.
I tore my eyes away from his sculpted body and rolled out of bed. I dreaded the confrontation with Beth, but I knew it had to be done. After Gabe put on a black Harley t-shirt, he strode over to me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me hard, and I felt warmth coil in my belly. “If you keep that up, we are going to end up back in bed,” I teased when he let go of me.
“Which is why I'm leaving the room right now before I reach the point of being unable to resist temptation.” Desire smoldered in his eyes, and I seriously considered grabbing him and dragging him back to the bed, but before I could, he turned and left the room to find Beth. I finished dressing and beat them to his office.
“What is she doing here?” Beth scowled when she walked into the room and saw me leaning on the desk.
Because what we need to talk about concerns her.” Gabe brushed against my legs as he moved to lean on the desk beside me, and I shivered at the contact. Since the blood exchange, every little movement and action between us felt more intense. “Beth, we've been friends for a long time and because of that, we've spent a lot of time together.” Gabe ran his hands through his thick hair. I could tell he struggled with how to say what needed to be said.
Beth stood in front of us with her arms crossed and glared at me. “Yes, and we've grown very close.”
Gabe sighed. “I'm sorry, Beth, if you read more into our time together than what it was. I love you like a sister. If I led you to believe anything different, I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional.”
Anger darkened Beth's face, and if looks could kill, I would have fallen dead to the floor. “Why are you telling me all of this? Especially in front of her?” Venom dripped from her last word.
“Because we've been such good friends, and because it has come to my attention that you might have misinterpreted our relationship, I wanted to set things straight. I wanted you to hear the news directly from me and not another pack member.”
“What news?”
Gabe covered my hand with his, dwarfing my hand with his much larger one. “I've found my mate, and it's Chloe.”
Disbelief flashed across Beth's face. “But that's not possible!”
“It's already happened. During the fight last night with her attacker, we were both injured, and we exchanged blood. The exchange confirmed we are fated mates.”
“It can't be!”
“Blood doesn't lie, Beth. You know that.”
“I don't believe you! She put you up to this. She's cast a spell or bewitched you in some way. She's a witch after all! Who knows what enchantments she can spin?”
I opened my mouth to respond to her preposterous accusation, but Gabe restrained me by squeezing my hand. “Beth, you're being ridiculous. Chloe hasn't put a spell on me.”
“Then prove it!” Beth held out her hand, palm facing up. “Exchange blood with me.”
Gabe looked at me, the question on his face. I nodded. As much as I detested the idea of Gabe sharing any bodily fluid with that woman, I knew it was probably the best way to shut her up.
“Okay, Beth.” Gabe pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flipped it open. He slashed it across his palm, and I winced at the sight of his blood welling up. It reminded me too much of the moment of panic I’d had the night before when I saw him lying naked and bloody on the hard ground. Gabe reached out and grabbed Beth’s hand, slicing a red line across her palm. After cutting them both, he clasped her palm against his in a bloody version of a handshake.
Beth stood there, her eyes knitted together as she waited for something to happen. I knew she thought the whole thing with Gabe and me was a ruse, and that she expected lightning to strike. After a moment, she frowned. Then tears welled up in her eyes, and she jerked her hand from Gabe's grip. “I...I don't understand! I was so certain!” Beth turned and ran from the room.
Gabe took a deep breath and blew it out. “She'll be okay. She has a couple of close girlfriends in the pack. They will help her get over this.”
I didn’t know who he was trying to convince most, me or himself. I hoped for both our sakes, Gabe was right. Exchanging blood and feeling nothing should have helped, but I feared we hadn't magically caused all future problems with Beth to disappear. The heart wants what the heart wants.
No matter what happened with Beth or what we found out about the Alpha who claimed to be my father, I knew happiness and peace had finally come to me. I belonged to Gabe, and he belonged to me, fated mates. Right now, that was the only thing that mattered. In the future, whatever came at us, we would face together.
A CHANGE TO BEAR
LAST OF THE SHAPESHIFTERS
BY A.E. GRACE
PROLOGUE
Terry Spencer stormed down the street, each forward step building up her confidence. A drop of cool water rolled down the bridge of her nose and then dropped straight off it. This was the right thing to do. She told herself that over and over as her flats slapped against the pavement.
With her hair worn in a high ponytail of wavy chestnut-brown, it bobbed up and down with her steps, every bit as turbulent as the tremors of doubt and insecurity she had welling in her stomach. Hearing the rain-smudged grumble of a car behind her, she flicked her umbrella to the side, angled it against the wind, and all just in time to catch a filthy spray of drain water. She had saved herself the boredom of being cross and unable to do anything about it, except of course for her wet feet and shoes. But that was why she had worn the
oldest, grubbiest flats she had, ones she reserved for the Sundays when she helped her father weed the small back garden.
With a rush of victory at having shielded herself against the driver’s inconsiderate broadside, she wheeled around, focused on the blurred red brake lights of his car, and put up her middle finger.
“Prick!” she yelled. She resumed her course, feeling quite happy with herself, and saw a young mother holding her toddler in one arm and an umbrella in the other barely two meters away. Terry bit her teeth together, exchanged an embarrassed glance with the woman, muttered a quiet apology as she put her head down and sidled past her. Terry was no stranger to foot-in-mouth moments, and so her well-practiced ego recovered with ease.
She rounded the corner at the end of her street, saw a great corridor of gray mist kicked up by the traffic, and ducked her head down and crossed the road. She could almost imagine that she was tasting the tarmac, garnished with a bit of tire.
Her feet, now completely soaked, squelched all the way up the high street. She found the nearest (and only) travel agent, and proceeded to whip herself inside as quickly as possible. She stepped onto a mushy carpet, felt it depress like a half-flat tire, and in a flurry of movement, her coat was off, the umbrella was in a blue bucket placed near the door, and strands of her hair that has loosened themselves were tucked behind her ears.
“Horrible outside, isn’t it?” a young man said, walking toward her with his hands clasped together. He looked underfed in a bad way, which distorted his ill-fitting suit. He looked too young, and Terry, consequently, wasn’t too convinced.
“Yes,” she agreed, smiling. She looked around the small office, but all she saw were empty desks. “Where is everybody? And why is it so warm?” The heating was on, but someone had fiddled with the temperature controls with excessive bravado. It was a rainy day at the tail end of spring, not mid-January.
The young man – boy, to be fair – scanned around, and paused, unable to think up a suitable explanation to either question. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked, apparently deciding to abandon the attempt altogether.
“I need to book a flight, after which I’ll be switching onto a couple of trains,” Terry said. No, she stated. She nodded afterward once, a bold and decisive punctuation point. It was more for her own benefit. She was about to turn her life upside down, after all. She had to at least look and sound confident, if only for herself.
“Okay, that should be fine. If you would please?” The boy gestured at an empty seat at one of the desks. She peered at him for a moment. He did look young. His voice was a little high-pitched and tinny, too. If she bumped into him wearing a school uniform, she wouldn’t blink.
“Are you an intern?” Terry asked. She noticed that the boy recoiled slightly, and she decided it would be best to soften the question a bit. “I only ask because it’s very urgent, and I need to make sure that everything is done correctly.”
“I understand,” he said, putting up his hands a little below his chest. “But you’re in very good hands. Trust me.” He smiled at her, blue eyes wide.
“Okay.” Terry took a deep breath, tried her best to calm her nerves, but found that she couldn’t manage to do so. She pulled out the black metal chair, sat down on a cushion that did little to soften the seat, and put her elbows on the desk. She leaned forward, resting her chin onto her two balled fists, and peered at her unadorned fingers. “Well, you see,” she began, speaking first at her hand, before looking up to direct her speech at the young travel agent. “I’m planning on going to Vietnam by way of Hong Kong, Guangzhou, and to then walk across the border at Pingxiang, which should plop me out pretty much right into Hanoi. Does that sound like a good idea?”
The young man blinked. “Yes,” he said. “Miss?”
“Spencer. But call me Terry.”
“Tom,” he said, and he pointed at himself. “Is my name,” he added, realizing the unnecessary clarification a step too late.
Terry offered a brief smile. “Okay, so what do I need to do to make this happen?”
“Well,” he said, switching into work-mode. “Let me take a look here. When were you planning on leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” he echoed in surprise. “Okay, well, I can get you on a flight to Hong Kong tomorrow evening, but it’s a late flight, last one out of Heathrow.”
“Great.”
“And you wanted to get to Guangzhou by train?”
“Yes.”
“And how long were you planning on staying in Hong Kong for?”
“I don’t know,” Terry said. She extended a finger toward him, her chin now resting on her two thumbs. “What do you suggest?”
“A few days might be quite fun. Lots of shopping to do?” he tried.
“I’m not going to shop, but thanks for the thought. I’m going to be backpacking through Vietnam, so the less I carry, the better.”
“Ah, I understand. Well, then, I would suggest a couple of days, take in the sights, and then you can move on.”
“Wonderful. Let’s do that.”
Tom paused for a moment, humming. “And what sort of accommodation did you have in mind?”
Terry looked at him, and was beginning to realize she hadn’t really thought this through. “Something cheap, not too far away from everything-”
“Nothing’s too far away from anything in Hong Kong,” he interrupted.
“Oh, you’ve been?”
“Stopped off on my way back from Melbourne, which was where I went to university.”
“Ah,” Terry murmured. So the boy was at least twenty one. It didn’t fill her with confidence. “Well, something two star-ish would do. My budget isn’t huge.”
“Okay,” he replied, pecking away at his computer. He presented a tablet to her, and on it was a glossy digital world map. Hong Kong was highlighted in a vibrant red, barely a pinprick, a dot on the south eastern coast of the enormous mass of land that was China. A line extended from it leading all the way to London. It was almost like a tether, Terry thought, and that was something she didn’t want. “This will demonstrate to you your route.”
“Is that all it does?”
“Well, you can see reviews of hotels we pull up and things like that. It’s quite fancy, but newly introduced, so we’re all still getting the hang of it around here.”
“Right,” Terry said, ignoring the thing. “And after Hong Kong I’ll be catching a train up to Guangzhou where I won’t spend any time, as I want to get on a connecting train straight to Pingxiang, so I can be in Vietnam the same day.”
Tom clicked about on his computer for a bit. “Well, the good news is that getting to Guangzhou is easy, and there’s no particular need to make advanced bookings, but you can if you want.”
“I do.”
“But getting to the border will take you on an overnight train. So you won’t be in Vietnam the same day.”
“Really?” Terry asked. She hadn’t remembered reading that bit.
“Well, it is quite a long way.”
“Can I get my own cabin?”
“Well, singles aren’t available. There are two-bed cabins and four-bed ones. You could always buy both beds in a two-bed room if you want the privacy.”
Terry thought about it for a moment. Did she want to share an overnight train ride with a stranger in a foreign country? The answer to that came quickly to her. “Let’s do that,” she said, nodding.
“Right. Well, that leg will be from Guangzhou to Nanning.” He pointed down at the tablet, and Terry could see the red line extend up into southern China, and then weave west toward Vietnam. “From there, you’ll catch a connecting train to Pingxiang – and that’s only a couple of hours – from where you’ll be able to walk across the border. So you’ll be in Vietnam one day after you leave Hong Kong.”
“Fine,” Terry said. “Let’s book it.”
“Did you want to arrange accommodation for Vietnam, too? I presume you’re going to Hanoi fi
rst?”
“I am, but I don’t,” she informed him. “I’m going to organize that when I get there. You know,” she added, smiling. “Have a bit of an adventure.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Tom said. He looked at her for a moment too long, and Terry rapidly blinked at him a few times. “Oh, yes,” he said, snapping out of whatever thoughts he was having. “Were you planning on flying back to the UK from Vietnam? Do you want to book those tickets now?”
“Eventually,” Terry said. “But I don’t know when that will be.” She noticed that she stumbled over the words a touch.
“Oh,” Tom murmured.
“Yeah. So can we do all of that?”
“Of course, that’ll be no problem. I’ll just need to go over some things with you, including our policies, insurance, and of course our fee, which is the lowest of the five major-.”
“Yes, alright.”
“We can also arrange traveler’s checks for you here,” he said, recovering from the interruption well enough.
“Sounds good.”
“We can’t do currency conversions-”
“Obviously.”
“But we can recommend certain banks or converters with the best rates.”
“Perfect.”
“Alright,” he said, smiling at her. “I’m just going to get all the relevant information printed, and we’ll go through it together.”
“Good,” Terry chirped, watching him as he got up from his desk, his suit hanging awkwardly off his meatless body.
“I think what you’re doing is very brave,” he said a moment later.
“Sorry?” She looked up at him and then back down at the nail she was nibbling on, seeing its roughened edge.
“Leaving like that, just going away.”
“How do you know that’s what I’m doing?”
Tom shrugged. He waited for the printer to finish. Terry tapped her foot to the sound of the printer’s ink cartridge zipping across the paper, stopping every now and then to gather itself. It sounded a bit like her brothers when they reloaded their paintball guns.
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