Page 18 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

Not because she’s quiet or afraid of me. Her eyes, those incredible pale blue orbs flecked with brown, never shone with fear. Not once.

Shira is quiet in a different way. Bored.

I don’t know why she agreed to come here with her brother, but I get the sense she doesn’t want to be here at all. That she has no interest in mating with me or anyone else.

After the lengths Tagge went to offload her onto me over the last three months, I’d expected to be peeling her off me or finding she’d crawled into my bed while I wasn’t paying attention.

“Finan can do it,” I eventually say, picking up my fork.

“Shira has been looking forward toyoushowing her,” Tagge says insistently. “She has been excited about it for months.”

I look at Shira, who is poking at her scrambled eggs and couldn’t look more bored if she tried.

“Shira,” he growls.

She rolls her eyes and reluctantly puts her fork down. “I guess I wouldn’t mind seeing whatever it is.”

“The forest,” Tagge growls, showing the first signs of irritation.

“Whatever,” she mutters.

She’s had her head down since she arrived. Now I look into her face and I understand what’s going on here.

I shovel a few bites of food into my mouth and get up. Time to deal with this once and for all.

“Let’s go.”

She stares at me, eyes wide. “Me?”

“Yes. You.”

I walk past Tagge, who nods, pleased.

Shira follows me outside.

I say nothing until we’ve left my large, two-story log home and reached the forest a few feet away where Tagge is unlikely to overhear us.

Then I stop and peer down at his sister, dressed in the sweatpants and cotton clothing that shifters prefer. “What do you have on him?”

She blinks at me. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Short of sticking you in a human-sized slingshot and firing you across state lines, he’s been doing everything possible to get rid of you.Why?”

She snorts. “A human-sized slingshot?”

“Answer the question.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know why my brother wants me mated to some Alpha. He just does.”

I eye her with suspicion.

“I’m not lying,” she says, scowling at me.

“Okay, fine. I believe you. You can go back to the house. I need to think.”

“But my brother?—”

“Or go for a walk. I don’t care.Leave.”

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