FAZER LOGINMato“You can stop guarding it,” Finn says. “I’m not going to burn a pie that’s already cooked.”“Kelly warned me about you and toast.”“That was one time, years ago, and she’s never let it go! That toaster only had two settings, raw and on fire.”I don’t move away from the oven anyway. Kelly’s pot pie is pretty much the only thing in this house I can actually do anything useful about.Across the Reserve, Rafe is probably standing at my stove right now, possibly wearing nothing but an apron, using my pans and opening my drawers.Cody’s sitting there watching him provide, probably comparing the normal stuff I usually make to Rafe’s over-the-top cordon bleu shit, which will undoubtedly be perfect and delicious.‘Our den is going to stink of him, and his hands are all over our things,’ my wolf growls. ‘Let me go and tear his throat out and leave him in the snow for the crows.’No. Cody said yes to him, and tearing anybody’s throat out won’t change that.I said I’d stay away until morning
Cody“Does he actually read all of these, or does he just like having something to hide behind?” Rafe asks, pointing Mato’s spatula at the bookshelves.He isn’t hiding. He just likes books better than most people, and after an hour of Rafe in his kitchen, I’m about ready to grab one off the shelf and hide behind it myself.I’ve been furious with Mato all day. He left before it got dark, and neither of us said goodbye. I’m mad enough to scream at him, and if he came home right now, I’d still kiss him before I got a single word out. And Rafe’s got me jumping to Mato’s defense anyway.“He reads them,” I say. “All of them, some of them twice. He just doesn’t feel the need to tell everybody about it.”If Rafe hears the jab in that, he doesn’t let it bother him.Dax picked him up at the gate and dropped him at the front door like takeout. He didn’t even get out of the truck. He just grinned at me through the windshield and drove off, and I swear if I’d held a tip up to the glass, he’d have
Mato“Finn’s making up the spare room with the good sheets,” Dax says before I’ve even got his front door shut behind me. “And I’m bringing popcorn. The big bag, with extra butter, because watching you quietly lose your shit is going to be very entertaining.”He’s sitting at his kitchen table in a pair of sweatpants, grinning at me like it’s his birthday and somebody’s just wheeled me in with a bow on my head.I only came over because he texted me to get my ass over here. If I’d ignored it, he’d have turned up at my place instead, and Cody would have heard every word of this conversation through the bathroom door.He’s barely said a word to me as it is. He was up before me this morning, made a full pot of coffee, poured exactly one cup and took it into the shower with him. The rest of the pot is sitting on my counter getting cold, and I’m pretty sure that was the whole point of making so much.I’d let him pour every pot I own down the sink if it meant he’d look at me again the way he
CodyI just said yes to a date with Rafe, out loud and stark naked in Mato’s backyard, with Mato standing right next to me. And I used my sweetest voice to do it.I wanted Mato to stop me, and that’s the whole stupid reason I did it. Now Rafe’s going to walk into Mato’s kitchen tomorrow night thinking he’s won something, and I’m the one who handed it to him.On top of that, I told him Mato won’t be home all night, so he’s probably expecting a lot more than dinner.“Your wolf gave Mato a stick, and you’ve just given me a dinner date,” Rafe says. “I’d say that puts us about even.”He’s counting a stick against a dinner, out loud, with the man he thinks he’s beating right there listening. We’re not even, and there isn’t anything between us to be even about.‘I gave him the stripey one’s stick, right in front of everybody,’ my wolf says, outraged. ‘What else does the bear want, a dead rabbit on his pillow?’Honestly, Mato would probably have liked a rabbit better than what I just did.Out
Mato“Please tell me you didn’t know about this.”Cody’s beside the rig before I’ve even shut the engine off, with his arms folded tight.Behind him, Rafe’s sitting on my front steps, leaning back on his elbows with his legs out across the bottom one. The whole place smells like him. He’s been there long enough that it’s soaked right in.‘Get rid of him,’ my wolf growls, like Rafe’s climbed into our bed.My claws are already pushing at my fingertips. I keep them in, because Rafe’s watching me, and he’d love to see exactly how jealous I am.I really wish I could tell Cody I had no idea.“I knew. Dax decided it while I was sitting in his kitchen. I argued with him until he told me to go home. Then I got called out to a breakdown as soon as I got back to my truck. I should’ve texted you the second he said it. I’m sorry.”“You should have,” he says. “I didn’t know if you were in on it.”I could take him being angry. He smells hurt, and one text from me would have saved him that.“I wasn’t
CodyI’m about to text Mom that I’m home when the phone starts ringing in my hand.I’ve been lying to her for three years, but I’ve always done it a little at a time, in a text or over the phone, and changed the subject whenever she got too close. Next week I’ve got to do it all at once, sitting across from her at her kitchen table while Sloane records all of it.I’m scared to death I’ll trip over something I told her years ago and can’t even remember saying.Across the room, Mato’s on the phone with Dax. He’s swearing so loudly on the other end that I can hear him from over here without even trying.“Hi, sweetie! Just checking you made it home.”“Yeah, I just walked in. The roads weren’t even that bad.”“Good. Sloane just called me. She says you’re going to sit in with me next week!” She’s practically singing it. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”Sloane got to Mom before I could tell her a thing. Now, if I back out, I’m the one taking it away from her. That’s a dirty move,
DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr
NoahThree miles from where you should be standing.The asshole could have at least given me a direction.Fortunately, I’ve learned to trust my instincts.Hunters don’t have any inherent magic, but our senses are more developed than those of ordinary humans.So here I am.Three miles out from the N
DaxThe thing's in pieces at our feet and my body's still waiting for round two.I never come down off a kill clean. My blood's still up, ears still straining, every muscle still voting to hit something else.I don’t think it’s a werewolf thing. It’s an adrenaline thing.So when the wolf decides to
NoahThe wolf hits it like a truck, and the thing barely rocks.Wrong.Two hundred pounds of Alpha at a dead run should fold anything with a spine.This rotten thing takes the hit, slides back a boot-length in the dirt, and swings an arm the size of my leg.The wolf has to wrench sideways midair to







