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Foster comes through the tree line a couple seconds later, his wolf shaking and growling as a mound of snow falls from his ebony coat. When he shifts, there’s a glare on his face. “Try that at my pack, without snow, and see who wins.”
Maciah opens the front door of the pack house, a snickerdoodle cookie in hand as he leans casually against the doorframe. “Where have you guys been?”
I shake my head. “I see your chest heaving. You can’t hide the strain from us. You’re practically older than dirt.”
“And yet, I still beat you.” He turns around and kicks the door closed behind him.
Foster, Vaughn, and I look at each other incredulously.
“Did a vampire just slamyourdoor inyourface?” Foster asks, then whistles with a sly grin. “Someone doesn’t have much power around here any longer.”
The hell I don’t.
That bloodsucker is about to pay.
Chapter10
CAIT
I’m refilling my second glass of wine and finally not stressing as the smell of unburnt turkey begins to fill the house after the last disaster. This is going to be an incredible weekend.
My favorite people, even those I thought weren’t coming, are right here in my pack.
I couldn’t ask for a better Christmas.
At least until there’s a loud bang from the living room and my gaze snaps in that direction. “What the hell was that?”
Amersyn smirks. “Boys being boys.”
“Not in my damn house,” I snarl, standing from the stool and forgetting about my wine.
“Go remind them who wears the pants in this pack house,” Lucinda titters, but I dismiss her as soon as I hear glass breaking.
I’m going to kill whoever is standing in my living room. A slow and painful death.
Not if someone else beats you to it, Adira says with amusement.
Arriving at the living room, I find a completely different scene than I’m expecting.
Maciah is pinned to the wall by an invisible force. Roman is lying face down on the carpet with Beatrix’s foot digging into his spine. I can sense Foster and Vaughn, but I don’t see them.
Well, at least not until I look up.
“I might be old, but I’m not weak and I won’t put up with you children ruining my hard work,” Beatrix tells them as I cover my mouth, my body vibrating with laughter as my eyes stay glued to the ceiling.
Foster and Vaughn are pinned there, gazes wide and bodies trembling.
Beatrix’s rant continues, “If you think I’m going to waste my energy on cleaning up your mess, then you’re sorely mistaken. The four of you will put everything back exactly the way you found it or you’re going to find yourself with permanent tails between your ass cheeks.”
“We didn’t even do anything,” Foster says from the ceiling.
“Exactly,” the elder witch grumbles. “You’re supposed to be grown ass men. Don’t act like puppies who can’t control themselves.”
She releases everyone—Foster and Vaughn thankfully landing on their feet—then the elder witch storms toward me. When the guys can no longer see her, she winks and continues back toward the kitchen.
“I’m not a damn dog,” Maciah mutters as he wipes his palms over his now wrinkled suit.
His body stiffens and briefly glows. “You’re whatever I say you are,” Beatrix’s voice booms from the hallway.
