Page 114 of Wolf Roulette

I noticed the tiny pressure on my mind. Slight pressures.

Warm.

Six of them.

What are those?I asked. The pressure was tugging me gently, a piece of string I could follow to the other end.

She grumbled,The pack.

What?You’re joking me.

Am I a comedian?

For the record, I’d watch a wolf comedian.This happened just because you accepted the pack as yours?

She snarled.

Were we still denying that?So six of the pack are currently in four-legged form in addition to Sascha?His presence still occupied the space under my ribs.Is there anything else we can do?

I can talk to any shifted pack member while in four-legged form. But I’m not talking to them. I don’t care if you want me to.

You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want,I murmured.Can I talk to them too?

Just me.

Booker’s view was clear, but the link to the pack intrigued me. We could check in on some of the women. Axel too.Can they access our thoughts?

That wasn’t how it worked with Sascha, but I should check. Because… potential disaster if so.

Only what I tell them. Greyson can address all shifted pack members at once. His head team can deliver orders to those of their status. Currently, I could address all shifted females, but only as his mate could I speak to the entire pack at once.

There was an edge in her voice.

She was freaking out.

Can the pack feel us too?

If they take the trouble to look.

Then how about we shift back and keep this news to ourselves for a little longer?

Booker launched into one of her rare sprints and only slowed to trot through the manor grounds. She tilted her head to allow one of the gardeners to scratch her behind the ear.

“Hey, Andie,” Roderick said around a mouthful of toast in the hall. “See you at eight.”

I yipped in response.

Booker continued to the kitchen. The staff had set aside a plate of bacon and one of them left their station to hand feed us. Certain high-maintenance wolves refused to eat off the floor.

We shifted in our room. I checked my jeans and T-shirt combo in the mirror, and a strange contentedness filled me. For the first time since returning to tribal lands, things felt normal.

Things felt good.

The stewards in the manor were mostly accustomed to Booker’s presence. With two grid wins—and one of them a turnover—in the bag, I’d once again proved my ability to do the job.

Knock, knock.

“Head Steward?”

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