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She looked to Malcolm. “I thought you said I was psychic. Why the fuck didn’t I see this one coming?”

He barked out a laugh. “I’m not an expert on this type of stuff. But I know enough to know that you aren’t able to pick and choose your visions. Especially when you’re untrained. But even the most skilled psychics only have a modicum of control over their sight.”

Iris mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t hear properly.

“Are they definitely going to be shifters?” she asked. “Are you sure you’re not just guessing? I mean, is there any way they might just be human?” She looked at each of us, waiting for an answer.

“The shifter gene is a dominant trait,” Klyte said. “So, no, not really. But that isn’t anything you need to worry about.”

She gave a wild laugh. “I don’t know the first thing about raising a human baby. How am I supposed to handle a kid that can turn into a wolf?”

“You’re not going to be alone,” I said, coming over to stand next to me. “Granted, I know nothing about raising kids, either. But we’ll have an entire community to help out. Shifters look out for their own, so they’ll be more than happy to help.”

“I’m not one of you,” she pointed out. “And I got plenty of glares when I was in town that told me I wasn’t welcome to everyone.”

I didn’t have a good answer for that.

“You’ve got the entirety of the Silver Wolves at your back,” Klyte said, all the levity gone from his voice. “Trust me when I say we’ll protect you like we would their own. Alek’s one of us—we look after our own. Anyone who bothers you will have to deal with multiple ex-spec-ops shifters, and no one wants that.”

Her shoulders relaxed a bit.

“We’ve got your back,” Malcolm said. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Thanks,” Iris muttered. But based on her expression, she wasn’t entirely convinced.

Chapter 13 - Iris

I had only known I was pregnant for two days when the shit hit the fan.

Alek and I were curled up on the couch, watching TV, when I felt his muscles tighten against me. He sat up, nostrils flaring, the same way they had the day I found out he was a shifter. His eyes darkened.

“Iris, go upstairs.” Alek’s voice was tight, with that firmness that told me he wasn’t going to argue. “Stay there.”

“Who is it?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you later. Just go upstairs.”

I wanted to fight him on it, but I could tell by the look on his face and the stern set of his shoulders that now was not the time to say anything. Instead, I just nodded, walking up the stairs and dipping around the corner. But I stayed in the hall rather than going to our room.

It wasn’t until I had been out of sight for several seconds that I heard the door open.

“What are you doing here?” Alek asked.

“What? I’m not allowed to come by and say hey?” The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place it, even as it made my skin crawl. Something about it made me want to run into the bedroom and lock the door behind me. But I stayed where I was. I wanted to know more.

“Sure, if that was actually what you were here for,” Alek said. “But we both know that’s not what it is. I’d suggest you get lost.”

I couldn’t help it—I peeked around the corner. From this angle, I had a solid view of the entryway below. My stomach clenched when I saw the man who’d been arguing with Alek one of my first days here. Dan.

“Where’s your human?” Dan asked, folding his arms.

“None of your business,” Alek growled.

Dan scoffed, then sniffed the air. Then his eyes widened, and his head spun toward Alek. His mouth opened in shock, then closed, his jaw tightening as he glared at Alek.

“She’s pregnant?” he snarled.

“It’s none of your business,” Alek repeated, his eyes flicking upward. He saw me but only betrayed the briefest flicker of surprise and frustration.

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