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been dealt with, what would keep them loyal to him?
    Devan gnashed his teeth.
    “You mentioned enemies.” The man guzzled down some beer. “Who else?”
    Erik beside him stiffened.
    “It’s more of a matter of protection,” Devan said slowly.
    “Protecting who?” the man asked.
    “My…” How to describe Kyla? “The woman carrying my child.”
    “She isn’t your mate? Why not?”
    “She will be.” He hoped. Something he and Kyla had to talk about. They had so much to talk about.
    “What is it?” The man pushed his bottles away even though the second still had some. He clasped his hands together. “There’s something else.”
    Erik downed the last of his first beer and immediately started on his second one.
    Devan took a deep breath and cast a glance at his brother. “She’s not a werewolf.”
    The man’s blank facial expression didn’t change.
    “She’s a…” No point in hiding it. If they were going to protect Kyla, they would learn eventually anyhow. “She’s a werecoyote.”
    Erik spat out some of his beer. He gaped at Devan then slowly shook his head. He muttered something along the lines of, “That explains a lot,” but didn’t react more than that, a true beta.
    The man did the strangest of things. He started to laugh. “A coyote, huh? Well, isn’t that something.”
    “Something all right,” Devan agreed.
    “I’m Greg Miller.” The man stood and held out his hand. “And I’ll be willing to join your pack if you’ll have me.”
    Devan couldn’t speak, too shocked to respond.
    “I happen to know some things that might be beneficial for you.” Greg grinned. “Are we first going after Warrick?”
    “Without a doubt.”
    “Then yes, I know who you should talk to next.” Greg’s smile turned decidedly wolfish.
    Maybe, just maybe, things weren’t quite as helpless as Devan feared.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    “No.” Kyla stared at Devan. She was living in an apartment outside the city, careful to only use cash so that there wasn’t a paper trail. Her father was looking for her. Paula was texting her updates. Good old Paula. Looking out for her twin even though her own hide could be the next in the line of fire. At least Father wasn’t searching for her anywhere close to where she was, not that she could feel safe. Sleeping at night wasn’t easy. Every little sound made her jump.
    And to hear this?
    “They’ve been fighting amongst themselves and don’t have an alpha yet. If I can help them settle their differences and get them to be loyal to me—”
    “That is a huge if, Devan. We’re talking about asking them to lay down their lives—”
    “That’s what wolves in a pack do, Kyla.”
    Wild anger flared within her. She tried to temper it down. Pregnancy hormones made her mood swings violent and unpredictable. Deep inside, she knew they needed help and that Devan was doing all he could, but this just could wrong on so many levels.
    Closing her eyes, she counted to ten. Not enough. Once she neared one hundred, she could think about something other than snapping at his neck with her fangs.
    “Coyotes have packs too, Devan,” she said dryly.
    He blinked a few times then slid toward her on the rug and held out his hand. She had few clothes in the closet and even fewer furniture pieces, since she had just upped and left. In fact, all she had was a mattress for a bed. No table, no chairs. She didn’t miss her items, her old life, but she wished she could miss, or even forget, this feeling of helplessness and fear.
    “We’re more alike than our species would care to admit.” He gave her a wolfish grin, still holding out his hand.
    “Which is why we can’t ask for others to help us. Not wolves or coyotes.” Although she tried to smile back at him, she just stared at his hand but didn’t accept it.
    His hand never dropped. “You’ll stop accepting your sister’s help?”
    She pursed her lips. “I know you want revenge for your sister—”
    “Yes