Rhett and Cameron in the Shower

Rideten, Present Time

“I’m so sick of this place,” Rhett muttered to Cameron as they walked through the werewolf bunker. He saw Victor leaning over a monitor look up and his expression darken. “Here we go,” Rhett sighed and saw Heath slide him a look out of the corner of his eye in warning.

“What that actual fuck?” Victor greeted them his wolf flashing into his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you up?” Aislen smiled sweetly, and Rhett smothered his grin. He enjoyed Aislen’s spit and fire when it wasn’t pointed his way. “Cam,” she glanced over her shoulder at their red-haired mate. “Victor’s people are going to give us a room for what’s left of the night. We can wash off and grab a few hours of sleep before he sends us with an escort to meet up with the group and the reporters. Why don’t you take Rhett and the bags, and you can use the shower first, whilst we let Victor lecture us,” she bared her teeth at Victor in something that was the opposite to a smile and exposed her newly va