Page 46 of Artemis' Bow
“Hold it up and clearly state who you are trying to contact,” I say.
“Grant, alpha of the California pack,” he says to the shell.
“Your little brother’s name is Grant?” Raven asks. “That is just too cute. Greyson and Grant. Your parents must be adorable.”
“He’s not going to appreciate that,” Greyson grumbles. “It’s not adorable. We are big scary alpha wolves.”
“Who are you lying to that you’re a scary alpha?” a voice says through the mist. “And how the hell is this happening right now?”
“My mate said we’re adorable with matching names,” Greyson says, grinning when Grant growls.
“We’re not adorable.”
“That’s what I said,” Greyson says.
Raven and I both giggle because the way they are protesting and practically finishing each other’s sentences is, in fact, adorable.
“They’re laughing at us now,” Greyson says, narrowing his eyes at us. “I think we just proved their point in their eyes, damn it.”
“How am I talking to you? I thought I was losing my mind when mist just popped up in front of my face,” Grant says.
“It’s a demigod communication device we picked up on our first trip. They can’t have phones or electronics, so this makes it easier to communicate.” Greyson shrugs.
“Cool, so why have you been a stranger if you can communicate this way?” Grant asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“It’s not mine and we weren’t even sure if it would work for a shifter. I was trying to give you time to acclimate to running the pack also.”
“Are you even a shifter anymore?” he asks.
“I can still turn furry, you little asshole,” Greyson grumbles.
“Okay, fine. What’s going on?” Grant asks, lifting his hands up in surrender.
“We’re headed to the city. The same place we went months ago when the demons were attacking. There’s another issue we have to handle.” Greyson rubs his eyes with his free hand.
“An issue is putting it mildly, bro,” Grant scoffs.
“Well, is there any way you can put out the word that we’re coming into your territory and not to engage?”
“Yeah, I’ll make sure everyone knows to back off. I’ll meet you there. I need to tell you something.” Grant glances away with a grimace, almost like he’s in pain.
“I have another call to make. I don’t even know if that’s what it is, but I have to contact Tristan so he leaves us the fuck alone this time when we drive through Arizona.” Greyson shakes his head.
“I don’t envy you on that, bro. Tristan’s been a pain in the ass since he met and received help from a hot demigoddess.” Grant sighs.
Jayden growls and I snap my gaze to his. It sounds like he’s the wolf rather than the two brothers communicating through the shell.
“Whoa, I don’t want your girl,” Grant says. “No offense, but I was repeating Tristan’s bullshit.”
“I told you he was overly nice to you,” Jayden says, not taking his glare from the road in front of us.
“Fido can say whatever he wants; it’s not going to change anything.” I reach over and squeeze his hand.
Grant bursts out laughing. “Please, please call him that to his face.”
“Only if he’s a dick. He’s a useful ally to have, and we are going to need all the allies we can get.”
“That’s fair. Things have been crazy, but for sure you guys know my pack will help however we can,” Grant says. “Call Tristan and I’ll see you in a while.”
