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“Damn,” I whistled. “What if I melt it?”
“Axel invested in the complete protection plan.” She winked at me, and I grinned.
It morphed quickly into a grimace.
I noticed a pot of water boiling on the stove, and a few boxes of dry pasta.
My stomach growled, and she grinned knowingly. “Being a new werewolf is a bitch, huh? The hunger is insane.”
“It is,” I admitted, dropping into one of the barstools.
Iris walked into the kitchen slowly, taking a seat on a chair of her own.
I eyed her with worry, and she rolled her eyes at me.
A knock at the door distracted me, but it swung open a moment later, and a gorgeous woman with light skin and long, deep red hair came walking in.
She grinned at me and Iris. “So this is what demons and vampires look like.”
“Fevering vampires and demon-wolf hybrids? Yes,” I drawled.
Her grin widened. “I’m June.”
“Morgan.”
“Iris.”
“June is a part of my other pack,” Charly explained to us. “Ryder, my mate, is formally a member of her pack. He’s only feral pack by heart. And nature, honestly. The man’s kind of rabid, but I’m here for it.”
Yeah, I understood that.
A rush of heat had me fighting the urge to fan my face as memories of the climax came to mind.
“So you have werewolf questions?” June asked, strolling into the kitchen and leaning up against some cabinets.
“Not really,” I said.
Iris rolled her eyes at me before looking back at June. “Yes. Morgan’s mated to Axel, which you’ve probably heard about.”
She nodded confirmation. “The whole town knows.”
Yay.
Iris added, “But he told Morgan he’s not willing to live away from his pack, and she’s not willing to live in a tent, so they can’t be together.”
My best friend looked at me, as if making sure she understood correctly.
It wasn’t exactly right, but I nodded anyway.
“We were under the impression that mates come first for werewolves,” Iris went on, looking back to June. “And Charly can’t talk about Axel, because they’re packmates.”
Iris waited for June’s response.
June blinked. “Damn.”
Iris nodded.
I chewed on the inside of my lip, fighting the urge to run the hell away from this conversation.
