shoulders.
“Thank
you for the wise counsel. We will be guarded with the information we give them
and no one will hurt this pack. Not now, not in twenty years, never.”
She
looked unsure but nodded and left.
Meeting
Kai’s gaze, I reached out and took his face in my hands, kissing his lips.
“I
love you,” I told him. He dealt with so much for this pack, for me. I didn’t
realize how much until now.
His
eyes roamed the length of my body. “I love you, too, but don’t bring Luna in
our bed anymore. It stinks.”
My
eyes widened.
“Busted,”
Kai told me.
I
laughed. “Sorry. I’m going to go see Diya.” I kissed his cheek and left before
he could talk more about Luna.
I
walked to her house slowly, letting the sounds and smells of the thick forest
soothe me. The fresh dew, the bark chips crunching under my shoes, the varying
shades of green. God, I loved this mountain. I would never leave it. I felt that
Alexa was right to warn Kai, but I also knew he had done the right thing in
coming out to the humans. Our fragile numbers were now strengthened with the
human militias willing to fight the vampires with us but still. Humans
outnumbered us all. When they realized that and if they wanted to … I shook my
head, refusing to think about that.
When
I came upon Diya’s house, I saw that she was on the porch drinking tea with
Trent. Her belly was getting big and she had one hand resting on it. I smiled,
approaching them.
“Hey,
Mama.”
She
smiled in return. “What’s up?”
I
gestured to the black streak in my hair. “Can you dye this for me? I have a
witches’ ball tonight and–”
She
scrunched her upturned nose as if she smelled something bad. She didn’t like
witches. “Witches’ ball. Does Kai know?”
I
rolled my eyes and glared at her.
She
lowered her gaze. “Yeah, I can dye it, come in.”
Trent
stood. “No way. You’re pregnant!” He put his hands up in the air and looked at
us like we were crazy.
Diya
rolled her eyes. “I’m going to wear gloves and a mask. Besides, I’m a werewolf.
Some bleach fumes aren’t going to harm our baby.”
Trent
looked at me. “Sorry, Aurora, but no.”
Diya’s
mouth opened in shock.
Well,
shit. “I understand,” I told him.
Diya
grinned like she was up to no good. “Well, if I can’t do it, then you have to,
Trent.”
Trent
looked mortally offended. “I’m not doing my Alpha’s mate’s hair!”
I
grinned, too.
*
Thirty
minutes later, Trent stood in the bathroom wearing pink plastic gloves and a
mask, holding a brush with cream bleach.
I
was trying to contain my laughter. “We have to get a picture of this,” I
stated.
“Shut
up,” Trent grumbled as Diya barked orders from the doorway.
“Now,
carefully paint it on the chunk of black hair. Don’t get it on her skin.”
He
rolled his eyes at his mate and started painting it on. I closed my eyes
against the hard fumes and tried not to breathe it in. With my werewolf nose,
these fumes were ten times as strong, it was probably a good idea Diya hadn’t done
this. Yuck. After finishing and