Page 25 of Whispering Waves

She recognized the situation but not the angle. “I haven’t seen these.”

Drake chuckled. “I know. I watch them when I miss you.”

It was a bunch of alphas at the edge of the cliff looking over and talking about how to get the child who had slid halfway down the slope on a very narrow ledge. The cliff edge was giving way, and Nina just walked through there with Drake following her. She was wearing a climbing harness, and her sixteen-year-old brother stood and watched as she tossed him the rope. “When I say pull, pull.”

“Yup.” He nodded. She grabbed the cable, pushed out, and dropped out of sight.

Long seconds went by, and then she screamed, “Pull!”

The other alphas caught on, and they all hauled on the rope. Nina and her passenger, a four-year-old girl covered with snot and dirt, literally flew up and over the edge, with Nina landing in a deep crouch.

The girl had her dolly, and her father took her sobbing little self into his arms. The dolly had blown over the edge, and she had gone after it.

Drake laughed. “That was you just walking off like an old western hero, and this was when you were my hero. Thankfully, the little bastards were being smug and filming.”

Drake was getting beat up by a bunch of senior betas shortly after his change started. He was the only alpha at the school. He was on the ground when, suddenly, a whirlwind arrived, and the betas started flying. She kicked, punched, got betas in headlocks, and sent them running. She then cleaned the thirteen-year-old up, kissed his forehead, and took him to the principal.

The last image was her in a skimpy dress cut to the navel, with her cheering on the sidelines of one of his games. His team knew not to look, but the other team was often caught staring as she screamed encouragement and jumped up and down.

Kimo murmured, “You did that at an alpha school?”

“Sure. That is where he was; that is where I went.”

“Do you still have that dress?”

“Of course not. It didn’t fit then; it would fit less now.”

Drake nodded. “She burned it when I graduated. We had a memorial for it. Rest in peace, Skimpy.”

She laughed.

Drake smirked. “I also have recordings of her chewing out other parents when my own parents wouldn’t show up to disciplinary meetings. When I went to university, she went to bat for me when it came to dealing with an alpha professor who said I couldn’t have any proper instincts raised by betas. She informed him that my parents didn’t raise me, she did, and she had done her fucking research and made sure that I interacted with as many alphas in our area as possible. He was as socialized as I could make him, and he was barely biting or urinating in public by that point.” She smirked.

Drake smirked. “Well, you taught me not to mark territory so directly. Though, once I had grasped those, my dating life improved.”

She snickered. “My work here is done.”

Kimo chuckled. “You are going to create terrifying children.”

The room froze, but she turned to look at Kimo. “That is the idea. I practiced on Drake.”

“Yes, fortunately, the electroshock phase of discipline was short-lived.”

His buddies stared at her. She grinned. “I made him lick a nine-volt battery when he wanted to fork an outlet.”

Drake grinned. “She says fork, but she’s being polite.”

His friends looked at him in horror.

He snickered. “That’s right, without my big sis, I was looking for the fastest way to a lot of sensation. So, she started beating me up, and that did it for me.”

“It was so tiring, but it was the actual socialization he was after, not the combat.”

Drake grinned. “I was a twisted little cruller, wasn’t I?”

“Yup.”

Drake muttered, “Well, Kimo, if you are auditioning to be my sister’s chair, you might want to see this.”

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