Page 59 of Binding His Fated Mates

“Can’t wait.”

“These things are strong,” I warned them. “Lee is pretty beat up. If he hadn’t realized that the light hurts them and shifted back to tell Daniel, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“Well, I’m glad we didn’t need to find that out,” Harris agreed, sobering immediately. He shared another look with Reed that seemed to communicate volumes. Then he turned his attention back to me with a nod. “We’ll proceed with caution.”

“Tonight was a win,” Reed assured me. “With the pack still quarantined, you three did us a great service by discovering the location of these creatures, determining their weaknesses, and providing us with a description so that we can identify them. You and your brother ought to be proud of yourselves.”

“It was Daniel,” I said firmly. “Without him, none of it would’ve been possible. Daniel is the one who protected the pack tonight.”

“Right,” Reed said, visibly startled. Belatedly, it occurred to me that the rest of the pack still thought Lee and I hated Daniel. More cautiously, he added, “You’re getting along well? The three of you?”

It was late and I was tired. I didn’t really feel like laying out everything else that had happened over the last forty-eight hours. Mostly, I just felt eager to get back to Lee and Daniel.

“It’s fine,” I said, in a tone that I hoped would shut the conversation down.

Reed frowned at that, studying my expression intently.

“Any word on how to deal with the… incidents?” Harris asked. He shot his mate a rueful look and added, “I’d love to have hot water again.”

Wow. The three of us had really been in a bubble for the last two days, hadn’t we? I’d almost forgotten about the reason why we’d all been forced together in the first place.

“Oh. Right. Um, Daniel and Lee realized that what we’re experiencing is called sympathetic whatsits—”

Harris’s eyebrows slammed together in obvious confusion.

I explained what we’d learned about the sympathetic manifestations. I ended with, “Daniel could probably explain it better.”

“He didn’t want to come with you?” Harris asked, frowning. His dark eyes searched mine, seeming to miss nothing.

“No. Lee is… like I said, he was hurt pretty bad,” I explained. “Daniel is back at the cabin, making sure he actually gets some rest.”

The alphas traded another strange look at that. Reed recovered first and asked, “And Lee is… allowing that?”

“Yeah,” I said shortly. “He is.”

Both of them studied me for a moment longer. Then understanding flooded into Reed’s expression. Harris’s lips twitched, as if he was already fighting back a smile. He’d clearly gotten there first.

“And Lee will be okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s great,” Harris said. “Good news all the way around. You ought to get back to them.”

“Right,” I agreed, relieved. “Let us know if you need us for anything in the morning.”

“We won’t,” Reed said immediately, giving me a knowing look. “You three ought to take some time to… rest.”

I nodded sharply at that. “Yup. Will do.”

When I turned to go, Reed added, “Arden’s old cabin has a king-size bed. You can swap it out tomorrow. He’s not using it anymore.”

Arden was one of the wolves who left the pack after Jeremy, the former alpha, tried to force us to turn a human man named James into a werewolf against his will. He’d been a fixture in the pack long before Lee and I had arrived—having grown up a wolf, raised in the pack—but he’d been gone for almost two years.

“That is, if you guys need a bigger bed,” Harris added, much too innocently.

Nodding at him sharply, my cheeks warmer than usual, I turned and left.

I scowled the entire way back to our cabin. But we would absolutely be swapping out the beds.