I growled, my wolf wanting to shake her. “Woman, who the fuck are you?”
She held her hand up. “Boy, I do believe you need your mouth washed out. There is a child in this room.” She smiled pleasantly and gave a tiny finger wave at Dakota. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing. Yes, you are. Oh yes, you are.”
“Enough. Who are you?” I allowed my Alpha powers to flare.
Sighing, she tilted her head. “I am Jennaveve Grey from Mystic. Your aura led me to you. You really need to learn to hide yourself a little better, Alpha. Now, down boy. This one needs my attention, and then we will go see about your other problem.”
I couldn’t believe the little Fey woman was completely unfazed by my anger. Her body and scent didn’t show one iota of sense or fear. “I really like her,” Laikyn whispered.
I grunted. “You would.”
We stared in awe as Jennaveve ran her hand over the elevated leg. A slight glow from her hands went into the wound, then flowed up through the veins. Within minutes, Jared’s fevered eyes opened, no longer glassy.
“Son of a bitch. I feel like I just got tackled,” he groaned.
Irene let out a hiccupping cry. “How do you feel?”
The angry redness was almost completely gone. “Other than weak, I no longer fear I’m leaving my two best girls.” Jared met my eyes, then looked away. “You’re like me.” It was a statement.
Nodding, I waited for the Fey to finish before I moved. Whatever she was doing to heal Jared was working.
“Alright, that’ll do it. I left the outer injury for looks. You know, humans get all weirded out when something mysterious happens. Request to be let out and sign one of those against doc orders thingies. You’ll be just fine in a day or so. Rest and relaxation are just what the Fey orders. I’m the Fey, by the way.” She clapped her hands, then dusted them on her black leggings.
“Mommy, where are her wings?” Irene put her hand over Dakota’s mouth.
Jennaveve raised her hands. “That is what I asked. I mean, seriously. I should have sparkly wings and fairy dust. But nope. Didn’t get them.” She shrugged her shoulders, turning back to Laikyn and me. “You ready to blow this popcorn stand or what?”
“I need to speak with Jared. If you and Laikyn would like to wait by the door.” I pointed toward the entrance, knowing my mate would understand my need to get pertinent info from the family.
“Man, if you are going to threaten me and mine, I’ll tell you right now you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Jared growled, his eyes trying to stay focused.
I instantly liked the younger man. “No, I’m not. However, I would like to extend a bit of help and knowledge to you.”
Jared shook his head. “I don’t need it. I haven’t shifted since I was a kid, and I don’t plan to do it anytime soon.” Finality rang out.
Although I couldn’t fathom not shifting, the amount of willpower it took to suppress your wolf had to be great. “If you change your mind and want to meet others of your kind, we are more than a pack. We’re family. You, my friend, are family. Even if you don’t acknowledge it.” I nodded at Dakota.
“Thank you for the offer.” Jared held his hand out to Irene.
Grabbing my wallet out of my back pocket, I pulled out my card with the Iron Wolves logo on it. I looked around for a pen, then smiled as Laikyn placed one from her bag in my hand. “Thank you,” I said, giving her a quick kiss. Quickly, I added my cell to the card. “This is the number to the shop and my cell. If you need anything or want to find out more, give me a call. If I’m not available, ask for Xan. He’s my second.”
Jared took the card, looking at the four claws raking down the front and the stylized wording, then back at me. “Thank you for coming and being cool to my family. Jennaveve, thank you for saving my life.”
The little Fey came back to the bed. “Aw, Wolfman, you should stop suppressing your beast. He’s not happy, and neither is the one inside your little one, or the little one inside your mate.”
Irene gasped, her hand going to her tummy. “How did you know?”
Jennaveve smiled. “I know because I’m smart like that.” Her laugh was infectious, but not to the trio that had stunned looks.
I understood. “Like I said. If you change your mind, give me a holler. Dakota, it was nice meeting you and your mama. Take care of her and your daddy.” I ruffled the blonde hair on the little girl’s head.
“You’re a good man. Just like my daddy,” she made a little woof sound that had the adults smiling.
Spinning, I grabbed Laikyn around the waist. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” My blue eyes sparkled.
“Really, Kellen, what is going on?” Laikyn asked as I pulled the door open, steering us out of the room.
“We need to leave.” I wasn’t ready to hear kids say I was a good man. Hell, I was so far from good.
