Page 11 of Dancing Moonbeam

Could he be their father or perhaps an uncle? Raidh wondered as he took in the man’s strong features, broad shoulders, and muscular body.

“I see you got sidetracked, Jaytee.” The man’s voice was deep and filled with warmth as he acknowledged Raidh with a nod. “Welcome to the Frost home, young man. I’m Kalen Frost, Jaytee’s father.”

Raidh felt a knot tighten in his stomach at the mention of a father figure—a reminder of his troubled relationship with Galamir. He could only hope that Kalen would prove to be kinder and more accepting. Being welcomed into their home was already the opposite of what Galamir would have done.

“Bring your fella inside, Jaytee,” Kalen said with a warm smile. “He can join us for dinner.”

Just then, Raidh’s stomach rumbled. Time ran differently in the Unseelie realm than it did in the human world, so there was no telling how long it had been since he’d eaten.

“Dad, this is Raidh.” Jaytee proudly introduced him. “My mate.”

The corners of Kalen’s handsome eyes crinkled as he smiled at them. “I suppose getting sidetracked wasn’t such a bad thing after all.”

Raidh grunted slightly when his mate threw an arm around him and hugged him close to his side. Jaytee was too damn big and needed to remember his strength. Raidh wasn’t trying to get a few ribs cracked.

“I’ll tell you about it over dinner,” Jaytee said. “But first I want to show Moonbeam my room. Let him freshen up if he needs to.”

What Raidh really needed was to cast a spell so nobody from the dark realm could detect him. He had resisted learning dark magic, but some spells were used by both Seelie and Unseelie fae, and the concealment spell was one of them.

“I do need to freshen up,” Raidh admitted. He only needed a few ingredients for the spell, and he hoped the Frost household would have them.

As Jaytee led him inside, Damon and Jax pulled up under the carport. Raidh took note of the living room. The Frost home was warm and inviting, with comfortable furnishings and the smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the air.

When he’d first arrived in this town, he never could have imagined that the universe would answer his need for a place to stay with four huge wolf shifters.

He was just a tiny bit worried when he noticed a collection of knives mounted on one wall.

“That’s Jax’s collection,” Jaytee explained with a chuckle. “Anytime we take a trip, he adds to it. And trust me, he doesn’t spare any expense.” He shook his head with a grin, clearly amused by his brother’s obsession.

“As long as he doesn’t try to show them off and accidentally slice me in half,” Raidh said. Even from where he stood, the knives looked sharp and deadly.

“Nah, he knows how to expertly handle them.” Jaytee leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Although when he first started collecting them, he had to constantly shift to heal all the cuts he gave himself. But don’t tell him I told you that.”

Raidh snickered. “Your gossip is safe with me.”

Kalen sniffed the air as Raidh passed him. Jaytee let out a low growl and positioned himself protectively in front of Raidh. “I already had to fight Damon about how my mate smells. Please, Dad, don’t make me have to fight you too.”

“And get your ass handed to you?” Kalen narrowed his eyes at his son. “Pup, when you feel your britches are big enough to take on your old man, we can settle it outside.”

He turned to look at Raidh.

Fizzle sticks. Not this again. Raidh would rather sleep in the forest surrounding this town than have to deal with yet another supernatural who couldn’t resist the enticing scent of his blood.

Jaytee’s growl deepened as Jax and Damon entered the house. The two brothers exchanged confused glances as they looked between their father and Jaytee.

“Why is Jaytee growling at Dad?” Damon asked no one in particular. “Is he feeling suicidal?”

“Or is Dad smelling that same mouthwatering scent we smelled before Jaytee handed you your ass?” Jax asked Damon then cautiously asked Jaytee, “Do we need to get Raidh out of here?”

Kalen snorted. “I can control my wolf a hell of a lot better than you pups. I have no intention of attacking the fae.” He tilted his head slightly. “But I am curious to know if he’s Seelie or Unseelie.”

Raidh’s body began to shake, his gaze fixated on the front door as an overwhelming urge to flee overcame him. Supernatural despised dark fae, believing them all to be evil. The older generation of Unseelie certainly had issues, and most of the younger ones didn’t want anything to do with dark magic.

“Calm down, Raidh,” Kalen said to him. “You’re mated to my son, so I don’t care which type of fae you are, just as long as you promise not to bring my boys any harm.”

“What’re you talking about?” Jaytee frowned, looking between his father and Raidh.

Kalen chuckled softly. “You boys still have much to learn about this world. I’ll leave it up to your mate to explain things to you, as long as I can get that promise.”

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