Page 61 of Nita's Redemption

Brock walked up the steps to his porch, mulling over what Hurricane stated. They had dealt with a lot in their pack, more than shifters and humans. Of course, Hurricane and the rest of the Shadow Ravens were unaware of that truth. His hand stopped on the door to the trailer.

“I just realized your pack is the Shadow Ravens while Zeus’s males are the Ravens of War. Quite the coincidence don’t you think?” Brock pulled the door open with more force than necessary. The echoing slam as the handle hit the wall should’ve startled the others, yet they were shifters who didn’t startle easily.

“Your own pack is the Shadow Wolves, so clearly we are quite the circle of coincidence if you believe in that, yeah?” Honor asked.

Tank and Hurricane both grunted while moving into the living room, each male taking up a recliner while Honor sat cross-legged on the floor near her twin’s feet.

Brock went into the kitchen, skirting the large island that separated him from the others. He grabbed a tray, piled four bottles of water, four large sandwiches, four bags of chips, and a bowl of fruit for each of them. Heading back into the living room, he placed the tray on the coffee table.

“Help yourselves.” He indicated the food and drinks.

Tank grabbed one of each, handing a water to Hurricane and Honor.

Brock took his own food, figuring Hurricane and Honor would either eat or they wouldn’t, but the next part of the day would be more of the same as earlier, only the four of them would be fighting as well. His wolf gave a happy growl watching all his pups eat and drink under his roof.

“Alright, let’s get to what you called us here for.” Hurricane sat his empty bottle on the table in front of him, staring at Brock with unblinking dark eyes.

“Cane, do you have to be such an ass?” Honor picked up their trash and got to her feet with the grace of a predator. She reached for Tank’s who shook his head, murmuring he’d help.

Brock held his oldest child’s intense stare, waiting for the other two to return.

“I like that you don’t want to beat around the bush. I’m not one to play games or pretend when it is easier to just get right to it. Thank you, Tank.” He accepted another bottle of water.

Tank and Honor took a seat in chairs across from each other while Hurricane stayed in the recliner directly across from him. Brock set the drink down without opening it.

“Why don’t you tell me what your maman told you, or would you rather hear my version of events?” Brock asked.

“I’m pretty sure Tank already told you what our discussion entailed.” Hurricane looked at Tank for a second then back at Brock.

“That’s true. He said your maman was already mated to a male when she came here. I had no clue that she was. When a shifter is mated to another, as I’m sure you’ve realized, there’s no mistaking the scent that comes from a pair or as in the case of my son and the trio he’s mated to. It is the same for every shifter I have encountered, no matter who he or she is mated to. Like Jaklyn, she’s mated to the demi-gods, and they all share the same bonded scent. Now a human won’t notice, but a shifter, we would have to be broken to not see and smell them.” He got up from the couch, moving toward the hall closet. “I have this from your mother.”

When he returned to the living room, he could tell Hurricane was on edge.

Honor took the headscarf from him, inhaling. Her forehead wrinkled. “That’s weird.”

“What is it?” Hurricane reached for the cloth Honor held out.

“I can smell our maman, but not him.”

Brock let out a sigh. “By him I guess you mean her mate?”

Honor nodded.

“There was no scent of a male on her when she came here. She and your aunt blew in like live wires, beautiful little sprites who lit up our pack with their presence. I felt an instant connection to your maman, but we knew she wasn’t my truemate. However we wanted to stay together. She was going to stay and be my Chosen mate. For two months she and her older sister were so ingrained in our lives here. I swear by the time she left me, I was talking with an accent like hers.” Brock closed his eyes, remembering the pain of finding her gone.

“What happened? Why did she leave if she cared for you so much?” Hurricane’s question was asked with a deep growl, accusing more than asking.

“I am not sure. We went to bed, made love, and I fell asleep holding her like I’d done for weeks. When I woke up she was gone. She left me that scarf and a note telling me she didn’t love me and that she had to go back home to her truemate who was waiting for her. She said it was fun but not the life she wanted. I was crushed. I had thought we were choosing one another, but she had a truemate back home she’d said. My alpha ordered me to let her go. So I had to.” Brock looked at the scarf and shook his head.

“Wait, Seamus alpha ordered you to let her go. Who was her sister seeing while she was here?” Tank asked.

Brock got to his feet, a guttural growl rumbled out of his chest. “Motherfucker. He wasn’t evil that far back.”

“Dad, he was born evil.” Tank held his hand out for the scarf, trying to see if he could detect the old bastard’s smell on it.

“Why did you keep her scarf and note all this time? You’ve been mated twice since she left.” Hurricane dropped his hand still holding his mom’s scarf.

“She was my first love. It was because of her I found Tank’s mama.”

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