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nothing in his walk showed any damage to his legs that would hold back his mobility.
    Denton cast another glance around the room, surprised at the lack of resistance. Last time he’d seen the pack, they’d been tighter than a virgin’s vagina. Something had changed.
    The three of them returned silently to Denton’s Jeep.
    “I left you a present under your seat,” Aden said. He slapped a hand on Denton’s back. “I’ll catch up with you later. If you have any problems, you know how to get hold of me.”
    “Thanks,” Denton said.
    “You know I look out for my boys.” Aden stated it as a fact—of course, he’d bend over backward to help out when Denton needed it.
    Denton smiled as he climbed into the Jeep. He reached beneath his seat as Marty clambered inside. A box of plastic explosives slid out from where it had been stashed.
    “What the fuck is that?” Marty asked, his jaw dropping open.
    “I believe that is my backup,” Denton said, pushing the box back where he found it. “Ready?”
    Marty nodded. His mouth tightened and turned white around the edges. “Yeah, get me to Eaton and I’ll be fine. I’m not going to say a word until I see him.”
    Denton was beginning to doubt that Marty would tell him anything but calling him a liar probably wasn’t the best way to get assistance. Besides, it wasn’t like Eaton wouldn’t hear about it if Denton left Marty bleeding and injured in the bar—the hawk shifter would probably tattle on Denton himself.
    They traveled home in silence, neither man having anything to say to the other.
    As they approached the mansion, an eagle soared overhead. Denton laughed when Eaton buzzed the Jeep. A wave of envy filled Denton. He didn’t want to be an eagle, but the truth was Eaton was the only shifter in the house who could travel freely in his other form without anyone questioning him. A crocodile would entail a call to animal services, as would a free ranging bear.
    A golden eagle, however, only had to worry about being filmed by his legions of nature photography fans.
    “He’s so fucking beautiful.” The awe in Marty’s voice jerked Denton’s attention back to the hawk shifter.
    “Yeah, he’s a pretty bird,” Denton agreed.
    “He’s beautiful anytime,” Marty corrected, his eyes never leaving the sight of Eaton soaring overhead.
    Denton wondered if maybe he’d miscalculated Marty’s affection for the eagle shifter. The tone of wonder he heard didn’t sound like a guy just trying to get into a pretty boy’s pants.
    “He’s probably having problems with his dissertation,” Denton mused. Whenever Eaton became frustrated, he took to the sky. He claimed nothing cleared his head like catching a breeze.
    “I bet he’ll figure it out. He’s brilliant.” Again the admiration coming from the hawk leader distracted Denton.
    Deciding to ignore it for now, he pressed the button and opened the gates.
    “Fancy,” Marty said.
    “It’s home.” Denton knew they lived better than they should. Carey’s grandmother had left them the home in her will. Well, she’d left it to Carey, and he’d split it between the four of them because he said it was their home and not just his. Denton’s life might have had a rocky start, but he’d landed under a lucky star when Carey dragged him home.
    Denton loved the old mansion. Stress dropped off his shoulders whenever he crossed the threshold.
    Parking the Jeep in front of the house, he jumped out, leaving Marty to follow behind. He didn’t bother offering a helping hand. He knew it wouldn’t be accepted.
    Eaton whipped the front door open as they reached the top step. He was shirtless, barefoot and with the top of his jeans unsnapped—it didn’t take a genius to figure out he’d rushed to dress after he shifted.
    “Marty? What are you doing here?” Eaton’s eager gaze ate the hawk shifter up as if Marty were his favorite brand of candy and Eaton was on the third day of a new diet.
    “He’s hurt,” Denton said