Page 30 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
“Sorry, I’m not used to being asked that. My father was Alpha of Westin Pack. Now my brother is.”
“Westin Pack?” I asked, trying to stay cool and not show my excitement. There were a million questions I wanted to ask her. “So Maddie mated the Westin Alpha and you mated the Collier Alpha?”
“No, different brother. I have three of them and a sister.”
“Wow. That’s crazy. I didn’t think shifters had so many pups. Or maybe just not in the city.”
“Probably can’t afford them in the city.”
We both laughed.
“True.”
“Many believe the two Packs are just abundantly blessed. Thomas and I have five pups.”
“Five?”
“They are my world. Maybe you’ll get to meet them some day.”
I didn’t know what to think or how to feel about that. Fortunately, she didn’t wait for my response before diving back into the role of tour guide.
“This is our stables.” She droned on about all the details of the ranch as I halfway listened in. “Come on. I’ll show the horses.”
The first one we came to was the one horse I already knew—Clementine.
“Hi Clementine,” I said before realizing I was even talking out loud.
“You know Clementine?” Lily asked.
Of course, she didn’t miss a beat.
I looked around and then grinned with relief as I played it off and pointed to the name engraved over her stall.
“Oh.” She laughed. “I’m an idiot.”
“Lily, is that you?”
“Over here, Ruby.”
A stunning woman walked over to us. She had red curly hair flowing out from under a cowboy hat and was dressed like a cowgirl model in tight jeans, plaid shirt, and cowgirl boots. It looked as if she’d just walked off some Hollywood Cowgirl reality show or something. I didn’t think real women like this even existed.
“Who are you?” she asked me.
“Tricia.”
“Tricia, this is Thomas’s sister, Ruby.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
I offered her my hand because it seemed like the right thing to do. I did not expect her to take it with such a strong grip and actually shake it.
“Nice to meet ya. Can I borrow Lily for a moment?”
She was already escorting my tour guide away before I had time to respond.
“Hey Clementine. You never returned.”
“I’m sorry, Tricia. I tried. Everything’s been crazy here.”
