Page 207 of His Hungry Wolf
“Cage, can you hear me?” Quin asked as he stood over me putting on his clothes. “Cage, you have to calm down. You can’t shift back if you don’t.”
Shift back? What was he talking about? I looked around again.
Yes, that was what happened. I had changed. But, I wasn’t what I saw lying dead in my kitchen. I was… what Quin is. I was a wolf. How was this possible?
“Cage, come back to me,” Quin implored.
“Is this his first shift?” Titus asked Quin.
“I think so. We didn’t even know he was a shifter until now.”
“Okay, then he’s gonna have to let it work its way through him naturally. There’s nothing he’s gonna be able to do about it.”
“Why did you say he was my brother,” Nero said approaching Quin as he buttoned his pants.
I growled not liking how close he was getting to Quin. He got the picture and stopped a few arm lengths away.
“Alright!” Nero said turning to me.
“I said it because you are,” Quin confirmed.
“How would you know that?” Titus asked.
“I can smell it.”
“No one can smell something like that,” Nero declared.
“I can. Right now I smell everything. I could tell what both of you had for dinner last night. Titus had the fried chicken at the dinner and you had macaroni and cheese.”
Nero and Titus looked at each other.
“Is something like that possible?” Nero asked.
“He’s not from here. What have I been saying for years about Dr. Tom’s protective spell? It’s robbing us of who we are. Maybe we would all be able to do that if we didn’t have to live life with our noses cut off. I’m telling you, it needs to come down.”
Nero ignored Titus’s rant and turned to Quin.
“Look, I don’t know you. I don’t know him. And, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull. But if you think you’re gonna mess with my head or something…”
“We came here because we found out that Cage’s father — or, at least the guy who called himself that — we found out that he was a dragon shifter.”
“A dragon shifter?” Nero said looking at Titus.
“Yeah. Apparently that’s something else that exists. And, we would have asked him what was going on, only we found him dead, or comatose, or sleeping, or something. And since he wasn’t talking, we followed his trail back to here.”
“Why would he have come here?” Titus asked.
“We don’t know. We were hoping to find out. But instead we’ve found Cage’s brother.”
“We don’t know that,” Nero shouted defensively.
I growled not liking his tone.
“Look, that sounds like a good story and everything but if you think I’m gonna let some wolf shifters I’ve never met talk to my mother…”
That was when it happened. My wolf retracted and I painfully reemerged. Still kneeling on the ground panting, I asked, “Your mother’s still alive?”
“Yeah, she’s alive. What about it?”