Page 18 of Dane's War

“Your sister is a witch?”

Holy shit. I’d never met a witch that I knew of.

“Yeah, she’s a witch. Lake’s a Fairy. At your brother’s clubhouse, I know Harmony’s a witch as well. I believe Jabba’s ol’ lady is one too, but I don’t know them all that well. The truce between clubs is still new, so we’re not that close.”

“Wait a minute, Harmony’s a witch?”

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Wow,” I whisper softly to myself, though I know he heard me. “I can’t believe I didn’t know about this.”

“Not something anyone’s gonna just blurt to everyone. We’ve got a delicate situation we’re dealing with, and we’ve got to protect the women from the evil that wants to take them.”

I could understand this. But I mean . . . it’s not like I need to know everything about my brother’s life and, in turn, his club, but you’d think he’d tell me something like this knowing how I already feel like an outsider sometimes in my own family.

It’s hard not to feel this way. I’m human. There’s nothing special about me. Now, I find out that there are witches in the mix too. Let’s not forget he mentioned a freaking Fairy to boot.

Dane bends at the hips, reaches for me, lifts me up off the couch, and sets me on my feet in front of him, hands staying at my hips. “What’s with the look that just crossed your face, baby?”

“Nothing.” No way am I telling him my thoughts of how out of place I feel.

“Don’t lie to me, Raine.” He growls, his eyes flashing, the blue of his eyes deepening. “Tell me what’s with the look.”

“It’s nothing.” I try again. “Don’t we have to leave?”

Dane looks at me closely, his arms circling me fully, pulling me even closer. “We’re not done with any ofthis conversation, but I’ll tell you something that I want you to think on.”

“What’s that?”

“Fated mates are fated for a reason. So, for you to be my fated mate, there’s got to be something special about you that the Goddess of the Moon and fates deem worthy, right?”

Well, that’s one way to put it.

Chapter Twelve

Dane

This is total bullshit.

I was getting somewhere with Raine, and we had to be interrupted. I didn’t give a damn if my sister was worried or that my Prez wanted to know what the fuck was going on. That he was checking my pulse.

I didn’t need him doing that, nor did I want my sister butting in. It’s bad enough being so close to Raine, smelling her and not touching her, that it’s warring inside me. I’m doing my best to keep her comfortable without pressuring her. I probably shouldn’t have pushed her after she started asking questions, but fuck me, it’s fucking with my head. I keep playing the night over in my head. It’s how Irealized I knew who Raine was, and she’d confirmed it. She knew her attackers.

Now, I just need to get her to open up and tell me who the fuck hurt her and why.

Only to get her to do that, I need her to know she can trust me.

She knows she can trust us.My wolf shouts in my head, furious that our time with our mate is being interrupted.

Doesn’t seem that way.

With Raine holding tight to me, I head for the clubhouse. She tried again next to my bike to get me to take her home, but I wasn’t letting her go so easily. She agreed to watch movies and have pizza, and I’ll make sure I feed her. The prospect was gonna bring the pizza back to the clubhouse. I’m sure he’ll have even more because of it being the clubhouse, and it didn’t matter what type of shifter we were, food was food, and we’re men. We eat every damn thing in sight.

Well, for the most part.

The prospect had best have the rest of what I told him to pick up for Raine. If he didn’t, I’m gonna get pissed, more so than I already am.

Pulling into the lot for the clubhouse, I grit my teeth together at the sight of all the bikes. Not all ofthem are my brothers. I Guess Bandit wasn’t down for me being with his sister.

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