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He snorted. “Try another one, love, because I know you. I’ve memorized every word you wrote in that journal and thought about you every day for over twenty years. Need I remind you about what happened in that cave? The encore and the encore to the encore?”

“Eww, Dad,” said Hannah, covering her ears. “I do not want to hear about your shagging shack.”

Jonathan cringed.

I burst into laughter as the wolves ushered Helen away.

Jonathan hugged me tightly, his lips finding my ear. “I love you, Willa.”

I put my head to his chest as I thought about all the time that I’d spent obsessed with everything to do with Jonathan Harker. I drew my gaze upward.

He winked.

I smiled.

“You love me too, don’t you?” he asked.

“Say yes, Mom, or he might talk about banging bits in the cave again,” Hannah said, paling as she knelt near Lucian.

“Yes,” I said with a snort as Jonathan cringed more.

He chuckled.

Beau came rushing out of the woods. He looked at us and at the wolves who were seeing to the dead vampires. “Uh, I came to warn you about a threat. Never mind. You clearly know. Damn. I missed the fun.”

Jonathan met his gaze. “Mina and Temperance?”

“With Dwayne safe and sound out at the estate,” said Beau. “We pulled in out there as they were finishing up one hell of a showdown with some big bald dude with tattoos who was in a plasma ball of energy, of all things. Crazy, right?”

I gasped.

Beau smiled. “No worries. No good guys were lost. Just a whole lot of bad ones. Oh, Jonathan, Marcy wanted me to ask if you were done in your shagging shack and if y’all wanted to head out and join everyone for a late dinner?”

Hannah made gagging noises and buried her face in Lucian’s fur. “I’m going to hurl!”

ChapterThirty-Seven

Jonathan

Two weeks later…

Jonathan ran in wolf form behind his daughter, letting her lead. It had been a nightly ritual for them. This was Willa’s first night joining in the run. She’d spent the other runs back at the Van Helsing estate with Mina, Temperance, and the others, insisting that Jonathan take the alone time to bond with his daughter.

Jonathan and Hannah had gone from awkwardly waving and hugging one another to talking about anything and everything she wanted to speak to him about, as well as spending a good deal of time together.

Willa had been right. Hannah had amazing control over her wolf side.

Jonathan had never heard of a shifter with that much control. She showed no signs of being at the mercy of her beast in any way. That eased his fears of her suffering the same fate his brothers had, and it left him feeling guilty for ever having thought he didn’t want to have children of his own.

He’d known his daughter for fourteen days and loved her more than life itself. She was funny, smart, and kind. Everything he could have hoped for and more. Her temper ran more toward his than Willa’s when she was riled, which had only been once so far—the night of the attack outside the cave.

Jonathan had closed on a home that was several miles from the Van Helsing estate while still being just outside of town, assuring privacy for him and his family to shift into wolves and run free when they wanted without the risk of being seen by anyone who shouldn’t witness the act.

Bram had tried to talk Jonathan into staying at the estate with his family for good, but Jonathan had insisted on finding something else. He wanted time to focus on his family, not the Van Helsings. He knew that sounded wrong to admit, but he’d dedicated the whole of his life to fighting the good fight under the banner of the Van Helsings. It was beyond time that he put the Harkers first.

Bram understood.

Willa had tried to convince her sister to move with them to the new home, but Mina had found an older home in Grimm Cove that needed some work but was close to the high school. Jonathan had seen to having movers fly out and pack the girls’ things and have them brought to Grimm Cove.

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