Page 86 of Sight of Fate

“No bra?” he asks, his voice a mixture of irritation and desire. “Bold choice for a wolf shifter party. Sure you don’t want to change?” His finger trails down the center of my chest, and the molten heat in his eyes makes my decision for me.

“Nope,” I say airily, as if I’m not incredibly nervous about going out in this outfit. “Let’s go.”

He mutters something about black clothes hiding blood and holds my wool coat for me. With my back to his front, he bends his head and sniffs, then groans. “Is that the same perfume you wore on our date?”

Surprised, I turn my head. “You remember my perfume?”

“I remember every fucking thing about you. Your laugh. What you smell like. How you taste. The tiny gold flecks in your eyes. How you bite your lip when you’re nervous,” he returns, using his thumb to tug on my lip. “I can’t wait to see their reactions. Although, you’ll be lucky if Macklin doesn’t try to make you wear his sweater all night.”

Straightening my shoulders like my mom was still here to remind me, I stride out on Teague’s arm, wearing more confidence than I’ve had in a long time.

When we get to the Wolf’s Den, he opens my door and helps me out. The parking lot is packed. “How many wolves are in this clan?”

Teague lifts a shoulder. “A lot. Macklin might know the exact number; he keeps track of everyone.”

“Every single person?” I ask incredulously.

“Every Vale keeps a record,” Teague replies.

We step inside, and Brita points to a makeshift coat check.

Slipping off my coat, I make sure my blouse covers all the important bits and turn toward Teague, who’s already giving murderous looks at the crowd around us.

Brita’s eyes widen when she takes in my outfit. “Very fun. Good thing you have three strong mates to fend off the wolves.” She tilts her head and winks. “Follow me.”

Guess she’s no longer upset with me. Following the insanely gorgeous woman, I feel Teague’s hand settle on my silk-clad back. Eyes widen when they see the two of us, but I ignore their stares and whispers, too relieved to see that most of their eyes glow blue or pure gold, not yellow like the men who attacked me. Still though, I step closer to Teague and wrap my hand around his arm.

Macklin’s smile dies the minute he sees my outfit. “Oh, hell no.” He steps closer to us. “Is she not wearing a bra?” His voice sounds like someone is strangling him.

I tug on my collar and frown.

“She’s stunning, isn’t she, Macklin?” Teague states, narrowing his eyes.

Macklin downs the rest of the liquor in his glass. “What are our chances of getting out of here without starting a brawl?”

“Slim to none,” Andros drawls, his eyes lingering on the pulse fluttering at the base of my neck. He moves in and bends down to run his nose along my neck. “Too bad you’re not bonded. You should have at least made her come before you got here so she’d have your scent on her.”

Teague growls.

I blush, then shoot Andros an incredulous look. “You’re one to talk.”

Thankfully, Leif strides up to us, his striking face wreathed in smiles and breaks the tension. “Charli! I want you to meet my daughter, Sofia.”

He turns, and a tall, familiar-looking young woman steps forward. The woman I saw in my vision. Her ice-blond hair and pure gold eyes are a spitting image of her father.

“Sofia, this is Charli.”

Her guarded expression slips, and a genuine smile breaks through. She reaches out, and I hesitate for a second, then clasp her hand in mine. “Charli, I can’t thank you enough. All my life I thought both my parents were dead. It never occurred to me to search for them. When he walked in, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.”

“Well, I thought I was losing my mind when I had the vision,” I joke. When Leif looks puzzled, I explain. “I didn’t know supernaturals existed until I saw you change from wolf to man.”

“Yet, you still came back the next day, alone, to show me your vision. Brave of you,” he says, his tone full of admiration.

“One of your parents must have been a witch?” Sofia probes.

“My mom was human. Didn’t know my dad,” I reply, lifting a shoulder. “Anyway, I’m so happy for you both. And thank you for inviting me. I really wanted to meet Sofia.”

Leif scowls and lifts his head. “Alex!”