Kameron didn’t let his claws slide through his fingertips like his wolf wanted him to do since this human could just be a lost hiker or some other crap like that. The last thing his Pack needed right then was the bad publicity of having a scared, lost human come up on a wolf in human form yet with claws out that could draw blood.
His people had to constantly toe the lie of standing up for themselves and showing their strength, and not scaring the humans that thought the shifters were monsters.
Kameron really didn’t care either way, but then again, that’s why he wasn’t part of the Pack’s public persona.
He was the one who hid in the shadows for their protection. They didn’t want him out in the real world, scaring unsuspecting tourists with his sharp fangs.
So he kept his fangs and claws in check but carefully followed the scent, coming up on the human in a short jean skirt, boots, and a top that didn’t cover enough skin to do any good. Considering that the weather up in the mountains and forest wasn’t the warmest, he had no idea what this woman was doing here.
“Lost?” he asked, his voice a growl. He didn’t try to change it, though. She was on Pack territory, and while he wouldn’t try to scare her too much, there were boundaries marked for a reason. They had pups close by, for the goddess’s sake. He wasn’t about to let them come to harm from what looked like a too-curious human.
The woman turned on her heel, almost fell, then righted herself in the next instant. When she got a look at him, her eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed into an almost sultry expression.
Well, fuck. He had a feeling he knew why she was here, and he was not in the mood to deal with her. She wasn’t the first, and with how his day was going, she wouldn’t be the last either.
“Oh, I’m so glad I found you. I was looking for someone just like you.”
Kameron didn’t let his guard down even though she sounded sweet as pie. They’d had problems with humans from a new faction where—man or woman—they came onto Pack land, trying to seduce answers out of wolves in order to figure out how to take them out. Misguidedly, they thought of shifters as messengers of evil.
“You’re trespassing on Talon land. You better have a good reason, or I’m either sending you to the human authorities or somewhere the Pack can deal with you.” He didn’t tell her that he’d take her to the newly built holding facility they now had where they could interrogate trespassers. It was a good way to keep those not Pack away from the den, and keep the Alpha safe in case Gideon had to come and deal with the humans themselves.
Lost hikers, or in this woman’s case, groupies, got sent home right away. Because while he hadn’t known her scent, now that he got a good look at her, he knew her face. One of his men had taken a photo of her the last time she came onto Pack land so the others would know to watch out for her.
Some humans wanted shifters dead simply for being what they called abominations. Others wanted to protect them as if they were an endangered species. Still others desired a world where they could live their lives as if they were normal.
And some, like this woman, wanted to fuck a shifter to say they could.
This was why he hated people. Human, shifter, witch, or whatever else was out there. He hated them all. Hence why people thought him a grouchy asshole. He lived up to that reputation well.
“You’ve been warned before,” he added before she could plead her case. “This is the second warning. We don’t give thirds.”
They had treaties with the human government. Their land was protected, and what happened in their territory in protection of their people was under the shifters’ jurisdiction. Yes, the human faction who wanted all shifters tagged or killed would always have a problem with anything done on Pack land, but as of right then, human laws were on the Pack’s side.
And that meant the human in front of him was on her last free pass.
He’d already had to kill one person today; he didn’t want to make it a second.
She licked her lips, but it did nothing for him. His wolf wanted their human, not this one. Not that he was going to allow his wolf to think of Dhani as theirs again.
“I just wanted to…well, I guess you know what I wanted to see. I’m not harming anyone. There’s no law saying I can’t…flirt with a wolf.”
He barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “No, there isn’t. But there are laws about trespassing on our land. You want to bag a wolf? Go to a shifter bar like all the other people who want to find someone to hook up with or be with or whatever your end game is. Coming here isn’t helping anyone.” Not that there were actually shifter bars. But there were bars in the human world that his people hung out at when they weren’t on duty, and when times were safer for them to be away from the den. It had taken too many years and struggles for them to have that freedom, and it was one of Kameron’s duties to ensure that they were able to keep it.
He also hated the fact that he was having this conversation at all. He didn’t care what this woman did. She was an adult, and the choices she made in life were hers alone. He just hated that she had to come onto Pack land to do it.
“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your car.”
She sighed but didn’t bother trying to flirt with him again. She knew there was no reason to. She wasn’t the first groupie—a term the men and women came up with themselves—and she wouldn’t be the last. Kameron just wanted no part in it.
By the time he silently got her to her car, which she’d parked in a makeshift lot on the edge of their territory, he was running late for the end of his shift and just wanted to go home and not think about stupid people making stupid decisions. Hence why he really wasn’t in the mood for the other car pulling into the dirt parking lot. And, because of that, he was probably going to be more of an asshole than usual.
“You’re going to want to drive back. You’re on the edge of Talon land, and there’s no going forward from here.”
The man with the recorder in his hand shook, but he didn’t back away. “I only want a story. To tell the world the truth about all of you. I know you’re good people. I just want to make sure the world sees that.”
Kameron held back a sigh. He knew this could be a trick and would log it in, but he was tired and over all of this shit. The humans didn’t get to hear the truth. They weren’t allowed to know everything. It was for their safety and that of the Pack.
“You know what, man? I’m tired. You know there are avenues if you want to talk to the Pack’s publicity team.” Yes, they had one now. Like they were some sideshow for the public. He hated it, but he had to play along like a good puppy.
“But—”
“No buts. You’re not encroaching on Pack land yet. But you’re close. Go home and get in contact the right way. You’re not going to get any answers stalking around the forest, hoping you come across a wolf.” The fact that the guy had was because Kameron was having a shitty night. But it wasn’t as if this human reporter or truther or whatever the fuck he called himself was going to get any real answers.
There was a script for a reason.
“I want to tell the world who you are.”
Kameron let his wolf into his eyes, the gold rim around his irises glowing. The human male didn’t back away, but he swallowed hard.
“The world saw who we are. We aren’t here for your amusement. You know the laws. Get away from Pack land before you find out what you should be scared of.”
Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that, and if this human told anyone, Kameron would be fucked. But he watched as the man drove away, raising a cloud of dust behind him, and Kameron knew he had a problem on his hands.
But first, he needed to clean the leftover blood from earlier off them and get to his family dinner.
He was an asshole, but making his Alpha’s mate cry because he didn’t show up again wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. His brother was meaner than he was, after all.
* * *
By the time Kameron got to his house, showered,
and headed to his brother’s place, he was over an hour late and knew he was going to get his ass kicked. Yeah, he’d been working and dealing with problem after problem, but at any time during the past two hours, he could have called in one of his reinforcements to deal with the two smaller issues. He hadn’t, and now he would be late.
Again.
Of course, as he made his way to the front door, he figured he wasn’t the only late one. His cousin Max was skulking right alongside him, his new perpetual scowl on his face.
“You’re late,” Max said low, not looking at Kameron. From the way his cousin was angled, Kameron couldn’t see any of the scars on his face, or the fact that Max had lost his arm in the last battle they’d fought with the humans before everything changed. His cousin had been the nicest one of the lot, the light to Kameron’s dark, and now it seemed as if the two of them were vying for position.
“Says the man who’s walking in late with me.”
“I told them I’d be late dealing with council things. You, on the other hand…”
Kameron rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. “What council things? Something I should be aware of?” Max, along with others in their family, was part of the council that connected the Redwoods and the Talons. With so many inter-Pack matings, the council’s role had shifted over the past few years. Now, they weren’t only working on ensuring that the treaty for the two Packs was solid but also making sure the subtle changes and having two dominant Alphas in a small area under what was almost one large Pack worked and almost seemed normal.
Kameron had no idea how they did it, but since he worked with Gina—the Redwood Enforcer—and Adam—the prior Redwood Enforcer—weekly, he didn’t mind the cooperation.
Max shook his head as they walked up the stairs of the porch to the front door. “Just normal business, but we had to start late thanks to one of the member’s kids having a birthday. It wasn’t a big deal, but yeah, I’m late.”
Before Kameron could say anything to that, they were inside and confronted with the sound of every Brentwood family member, including mates, children, and close friends of the family. To say it was loud was an understatement. Max immediately went to a corner, grabbing a beer along the way, and watched the room. Kameron knew that others would go to him soon to talk to him, trying to bring him out of his shell. And, one day, Kameron figured it just might work. At least with the right person—namely, Max’s mate. But at least his cousin was trying harder these days by actually showing up to family functions.
Kameron was an asshole, but he didn’t have the kind of pain Max did.
“You’re late, but I heard you had trouble, so I’ll forgive you.” His Alpha’s mate, his sister-in-law, Brie, cupped his cheek, and he went down to kiss her on the forehead. He wasn’t the most emotive, but it was hard not to be with Brie—at least a little bit. The woman had saved his brother, his Pack, and she also happened to be a submissive wolf.
“Long day, but I’m glad I’m here.” And as he said it, he knew it was true. Everyone was talking around him, and though he had acute senses, he did his best to block out most of the topics as it would be too much for his wolf to hear at once. But the crowd seemed happy. His niece and future Alpha, Fallon, was in wolf form, being way too cute for her own good and rolling around with Finn and Brynn’s daughter Mackenzie, and Ryder and Leah’s son Bryson. The adults were watching them while enjoying their evening, and Kameron finally relaxed just a bit.
It was going to be a good night, even if he would rather be at home, trying to forget what he had to deal with that evening.
As soon as he thought that, though, a scent filled his brain, and he held back a growl.
Brie gave him a knowing look, squeezed his forearm, and headed back to Gideon’s side.
Kameron hadn’t known that Dhani would be there. But, of course she was. She was his brother’s mate’s best friend and ended up at most functions lately, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
Even if his wolf did.
And, of course, because this was Dhani, and his day had already been hell, she strolled right up to him. She was average height, but that was the last average thing about her. Her long, honey-blond hair looked a little darker tonight, but he wasn’t sure if she’d dyed it or if it was just because of the waves she’d put in it rather than it being up like usual. She had bright hazel eyes and sharp cheekbones. Her curves were just right, and it made his wolf claw at him.
Damn it.
She scratched her nose, flipping him off, and he held back a smirk. She was constantly finding ways to flip him off, and he had a feeling it was to try and get a rise out of him. It didn’t mean that he had to show her he actually liked it.
“Kameron.”
“Dhani.”
Yes, he was an asshole. But he knew anything having to do with her would be trouble. And he needed to protect his Pack. If he broke that faith by following the mating urge, he’d not only hurt his people, he’d end up hurting Dhani, too.
That’s what those of his blood did before him, and that’s what he’d end up doing, too.
Since he was now somehow in the corner with her, no one could hear them unless he and Dhani spoke a bit louder. Which was just fine by him since he didn’t want to deal with nosy family members.
“Got a minute?” she asked, one hand on her hip, her voice going even lower until it was almost breathy.
His wolf and his dick perked up.
Fuck.
“Yeah.”
“I know you’re my mate—don’t open your mouth and say I’m human. I have this knowing. Have since Walker and Aimee fixed the mating bonds. So, yes, I know you’re my mate, and that means I’m yours. Why do I know? Who knows, but there it is. When you’re ready to do something about it and face up to what you’re hiding from, I’ll be waiting. What I’ll say once you finally fess up…? Well, we’ll just have to see.”
Then she turned on her heel and sashayed away from him as if she hadn’t just rocked his world and fucked up his plans.
Well, shit.
Chapter Two
Dhanielle—call her Dhani—Coburn arched in her sleep, her hands fisted by her sides, but it didn’t make the dreams go away. Nothing did but time, and not enough of it had passed for her actions to mean anything but pain.
She’d never been able to make sense of her dreams—at least when she dreamed like this and not hot fantasies of a sexy wolf that didn’t give her the time of day. And because she was weird as hell, she always knew when she was dreaming, even if she couldn’t wake up. It was as if she were part of the experience that led her to a path she knew was important even if she couldn’t understand, rather than dreaming of unicorns and rainbows and, later, maybe constant humping with Kameron.
No, she got the weird.
Because she was the weird.
And she wouldn’t wake up until the dream was ready to let go of her.
Each dream was different, even though sometimes it felt as if there were a theme. She drowned in fire. She burned in ice. Every element surrounded her, pulled at her, took her to a new dream, a new level. She’d never been able to make sense of the visions, but she lived them nonetheless.
This one, however, had more than the elements. A woman held a crying child, an infant. Dhani couldn’t make out their faces, but she knew there was a desperate kind of love that spoke of something far greater than what she knew and what she could see.
There was a couple holding each other, no fear or angst running through their body language. Instead, there was a sudden joy that Dhani felt even though it couldn’t touch the older woman holding the infant. She didn’t understand it, but when the flames finally came, and the dream tilted on its axis, the couple wasn’t there anymore. The old woman wasn’t there either. Instead, a child stared up at her from her own cradled hands. Bright eyes. But there was something missing. Something had been taken from the child.
And she didn’t understand it.
Now, she stood in the middle of an empty ro
om, her body draped in white linen, a breeze that seemingly came from nowhere making the dress she wore flutter. Her hair did the same in an unseen wind.
Then the fire came again, and she was no more.
Dhani sat up, her body drenched in sweat, her thin tank top sticking to her skin. She was no longer dreaming, of that she was sure. Because, even in her dreams, she never felt the fear that she did when she woke. She never felt the exhaustion that crept into her bones from her lack of restful sleep. And for some reason, in her dreams, her hair always seemed to be blowing in a wind she couldn’t feel. Now, some of her hair stuck to her face in sweaty strands, and the rest was piled on top of her head in a messy bun.
She glanced over at the clock. Since she only had about half an hour before she was due to get up, she got out of bed, turned off her alarm, and decided to start her day. Like usual, there would be no more sleep after a dream like that. She may not have them every night, but they’d come to her often enough throughout her life that she had her own pattern, and her own routine when she needed to deal with the ramifications and the feelings that came after.
Because when she dreamed things like in the one she’d just woken up from, that meant something was going to change for her. It could be small; a tiny thing like a new brand of coffee. Or, it could be life-altering.
To say she was weird was an understatement.
She’d never told her friends about her dreams. She wasn’t quite sure how she could start the conversation. Or tell them that it always felt as if she were going crazy when she couldn’t really figure out what she was dreaming about or why.
One of her best friends, Dawn, had kept her own secrets, but the fact that Dawn was a wolf shifter and now mated into the Talon Pack seemed a far bigger secret than weird dreams that she might have off and on. Another of their friends, Aimee, had kept the secret that something was wrong with her, that she was dying, from the others. But then again, she’d had her reasons.
Dreams that made no sense and were of no consequence other than perhaps connections to other things in her life didn’t seem like something Dhani needed to share. Having her friends know wouldn’t change anything except perhaps their perception of her.
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