Page 46 of Lost Mate

Pope shut his mouth.

Sensible move, Dylan muttered across their link.

“For God’s sake, Mac, enough’s enough.” Ross turned to see a handsome chestnut-haired man, maybe around thirty-five, who’d been sitting in a corner out of sight. He was a shifter too.

Cal looked over his shoulder and broke into a smile. “Doc.”

The doc rolled his eyes. “Since when did you call me that?” He got to his feet and opened his arms wide.

Cal hesitated and flicked a glance at Joe. “You’re an unmated wolf.”

Ross tensed, waiting for trouble, and noticed the rest of the pack doing the same.

The doc looked over at Joe. “Permission to hug my cousin, alpha.”

Joe inclined his head. “Permission granted.” But he made it clear just by his tone that he would be watching.

Ross knew that a mated wolf hugging an unmated wolf could cause issues and had led to challenges and wolves dying in extreme circumstances. But the doc hugged Cal and let him go, then he surveyed the pack and his eyes lighted on Dylan.

“You must be the wolf with no memory.”

Dylan’s spine stiffened and he held his head high. “I am. Dylan Anderson.”

Ross moved closer to Dylan so he could lay a comforting hand in the small of his back.

I’ve got you, mate. You’re safe.

Dylan leaned back against him.

The doc nodded but he made no effort to shake hands. “Oliver Pope. And you’re mated too.”

“He is,” Ross growled.

The doc rolled his eyes. “Stand down, human. The fact he’s mated is a good thing. You can help your mate to recover his memory.’

“Do you think it’s possible I can get my memory back?” Dylan asked.

“That’s what we’re going to find out. I’ll need to examine you.”

Ross heard footsteps outside, a knock, and the door opened. Ross was unsurprised to see Milo, Eli, and Niles.

Milo was still wearing the sheriff’s badge, although not for much longer. He surveyed the room, then looked at Joe. “Are you all right, alpha? Is Owen okay?”

He could see Owen wrapped in Zeke’s arms, but he respected the authority of the alpha. They never used titles, but then they never usually had other wolves here.

“We’re all fine,” Joe assured him.

“Half-wolf,” the shifter snarled at Milo who just narrowed his eyes. He’d heard many insults about his heritage over the years from his mother’s pack. This insult was nothing.

Milo curled his lip. “Mac, still an asshole, I see.”

“This is your pack?” the doc asked Joe.

“We’re all here now.”

The doc studied them all. Ross had the uncomfortable feeling he’d stick them under a microscope if he could.

“You’re such an interesting concept,” the doc murmured.

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