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“But I love whales,” she kept going as if she hadn’t heard him. When she was completely naked, she stretched and sauntered away. I was fairly certain Nolan was going to pass out as his gaze fell to her bare hips. How curious. “Cade! We better kick some Byrne, Stone, and Ironwood arse here!”

I giggled into my drink. She was so Scottish. Those were the last words she said before she shifted. I let out a tiny gasp at the sight of her wolf. She was gorgeous with long fur in a glorious ginger color and mossy green eyes. Goodness, I’d seen some interesting wolf colorings, she was something else.

“Nemo,” Nolan whispered. “What do I do?”

“Well, we have to stay here to see how your brothers do,” I told him softly. “And you probably shouldn’t just leave Isla’s clothes lying around in the dust. That’d be rude.”

“But she’s going to come back for them!” he exclaimed under his breath. “Naked!”

“We’re wolves, Nolan. Being naked is what we do,” I reminded him, keeping my tone gentle. Putting my back to the proverbial dick-swinging shenanigans before the scavenger hunt started, I faced him. “What’s wrong, Nolan?”

“Nothing!”

I scrutinized him because not a single part of me believed him. I’d grown up with him. No one had ever gotten under his skin the way Isla Lochlan managed to.

“Nolan, do you like her?” I asked softly.

“What?” His brows came together with frustration. “No! I don’t like her. I don’t like anyone. You know this!”

“It’s okay—”

“Just forget it.” He tipped the pile of clothes into my arms before I could say no. Without another word, he stormed away, heading straight to the clubhouse. He didn’t stop, even with his brothers calling after him. That notion alone made my stomach turn. Whatever was going on with him had to be serious if he was willing to bail on them.

“Are we done fuckin’ around?” Cole demanded.

“It’s like you forgot what the Fall Games are really about,” Sam commented while shucking his pants off. He threw his arms out. “I’m ready! Give me all you got!”

“That’s the wrong thing to demand while you’re fucking naked.” Killian chuckled and dropped his shorts. And my gaze dropped. I couldn’t help it. I was a horrible person, but good Lord the ass on that man. It was sinful. Downright biteable. I chewed on my lower lip, biting back a groan. I should’ve felt more shame—I knew I should’ve. I just couldn’t help myself.

I’d blame it on the vodka later. That’d be a good excuse.

Before my thoughts became downright dirty, Roan smacked the ever-loving daylight out of Killian’s ass. The sound echoed along with the actual howl my husband let out. I gasped, covering my mouth to hide a laugh.

“That’s for kicking in my door, you furry fucker!” Roan exclaimed.

“You kicked in my fuckin’ door?” Cole demanded. So much for no more shenanigans.

“You left a fucking handprint!” Killian shouted.

“That’s my ass now—” The rest of that sentence was lost as Killian’s hand shot out and popped Roan in the balls. Roan dropped to his knees with a groan. Maverick keeled over, wheezing with laughter.

“Who belongs to who now, bitch?” Killian asked. Next to me, Declan was nearly in tears over the whole thing. The Byrnes were wild when they got going.

“Enough playin’ with your asses. Shit, never thought I’d be sayin’ that shit. Y’all are worse than fuckin’ toddlers,” Cole grumbled. “Shift and let’s get this competition over with. Good lord, y’all are fuckin’ children.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Roan said cheekily, and I lost it. The man was going to get himself hit again.

God, the Fall Games were a mess.

Chapter 16

Killian

Fuck me… did I miss this. What a ridiculous thing to miss… the sound of one of my brothers in my head when I shifted. But three years of silent runs had fostered quite a need for that connection again.

‘Are you done being sentimental?’ Sam demanded, his laughter echoing in my mind.

‘You heard that?’ I asked. Fuck. I forgot about the need to tailor my thoughts. Sam didn’t need my stupid thoughts.

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