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We sat at the table.
“What would you like to drink, Yana?” asked William.
“What do you have?”
William jumped to bring me something. “We have beer, cider, juice.”
“An apple cider would be great.”
“Coming up.”
Soren leaned toward Torin. “Where is he?”
“Drunk, down by the river.”
“Again?”
“Yes.”
“How did he get drunk?”
I felt my mate tense out. Soren leaned into me and kissed my lips. “Yana, can I leave you with Torin and the guys for a bit? There is something I need to deal with.”
Soren took my face in his large hands. There was that feeling again as if we were the only ones left on the planet’s surface. He trailed off and exchanged a look with Torin.
“Sure. Come back soon?” I asked.
Soren leaned closer and kissed me again. He then smiled and winked.
“Don’t believe what Torin is going to tell you. He’s a liar.”
Soren punched his buddy in the thick upper arm and shrugged out of his pants and jacket on the lawn. For a second, it felt weird to see my man butt naked in front of others, but then I recalled that they were all like this and that none of them would even blink twice at seeing Soren naked.
One moment , he was this hot piece of human candy, and the next, a large white wolf ran towards the forest line.
“Are you hungry, Yana?” Torin asked and betrayed his intention. He was doing his best to avoid any questions.
I was left at the table, overlooking the twins who fought over how long the corn had to fry and how much butter to add.
Will walked over to me, a book in his hands.
“What are you reading?” I asked.
He offered me the book and sat next to me.
I looked at the cover. “East European folklore.”
“We had a few Rusalka issues. We tried to catch them. Soren doesn’t like to kill if it’s not necessary. But sometimes it is. Yana, this long life can be a terrible burden, you know?”
I looked at William and was about to tell him that he couldn’t be one day older than twenty- five but managed to reign myself in before spilling the words. He was older. Even though surrounded by a young man’s soft, flush skin, his eyes held darkness and wisdom.
“Is it okay to ask a wolf how old he is?”
“Sure.”
“So, how old are you, Will?”
He winked. “You get a pass for calling me Will because you’re good for Soren, and I like you. I’m about half a millennium old.”
