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“With my bare hands? Did I kick him to death? Bully him?” I tugged at my hair which was tangled and had leaves stuck in it. “Just tell me.”
“Your wolf killed him, Brock.”
His words made no sense. “I don’t have a wolf. I’m human.”
“Nope. You shifted, and your beast killed him. He went for the jugular and then ripped off his head. You were amazing, and you saved Lua and Niles. I’m so proud of you.”
My mate put Lua in my arms, and I held her close, scenting her, kissing her face, and examining her to make sure she wasn’t injured. I whispered I’d always protect her. But I needed to get back to the house, shower, and climb into bed with my baby andTreyton, because I was pretty sure my mate was telling me I was a shifter.
TWENTY-FIVE
BROCK
“Did you order the food?” Flint asked Ranger as he and Tony walked into our house.
“No, Hunter said he was doing it.” Ranger and Matt held hands as they crossed the threshold.
“I did not. I thought Dad was.” Hunter grinned as Odell tweaked his mate’s butt. “He’s great at ordering from online menus.”
“Not me.” Rudy snuck up behind his sons with his grandchildren in tow.
Grandpa was already here, but he was in the basement checking on the baby food in the freezer, and I asked him to bring a pureed vegetable up for Lua.
We’d all agreed that we were tired and this Sunday we’d order in rather than having one couple cook, but somehow the message had gotten lost as to who was actually doing it.
As we were a ways out of town, it’d take a delivery guy a while to get here, so I rummaged in the cupboards for corn chips and crackers and raided the fridge for dips. We had bread and peanut butter, and I got to work with Matt’s help making mountains of sandwiches for the kids.
Grandpa appeared at the top of the stairs with a box of pureed baby food he’d made a few months ago.
“We have plenty of food.” He shoved some jars in the microwave.
Ranger scoffed and grabbed a sage and sweet potato. “Uncle, baby food is blech, even if you made it.”
Grandpa heated up the food and gave Ranger a spoon and told him to taste it. After a few moments’ hesitation, he did, and his expression transformed from skeptical to yum.
“This is so good.”
Treyton appeared with Lua. He’d given her a second bath because we’d had a poop explosion thanks to her just starting on solids. He gravitated toward me and slid an arm around my waist, and I kissed Lua. All was right with the world now that my two favorite people were in the room with me.
Why do humans wear diapers? Pooping in the woods is better.
That’s easy for you to say.
That inner voice I’d been listening to for years turned out to be my wolf who’d been trying to tell me he was there, but I hadn’t recognized his subtle hints.
Flint grabbed a second jar of food from the microwave and eyed it before unscrewing the lid and tasting the roasted parsnip and vanilla puree. His eyes lit up.
“You could start your own line of baby food, Uncle.”
“Don’t give him any ideas.” Hunter grabbed Grandpa’s shoulders.
“Oh, I’ve already registered a company.” Arnie held up his phone to show us the logo. The name Cub Bites was a wolf’s pawprint shaped like a heart with the company name curved around the bottom. “And I’m selling the food truck.”
Most people Arnie’s age had retired years ago, but I couldn’t see him slowing down.
The kids raced in and asked if they could taste what we were eating, and I was glad we had a second microwave. Hunter and Odell supervised the heating and checked to make sure it wasn’t too hot before giving it to the kids.
The entire Durand family was crammed into our kitchen and spilling into the living room, each of them sampling food from the mountain of tiny jars that had been taking up residence in our freezer for months. The weekly family dinner had turned into an impromptu baby food tasting party.
