“Look,” some chick named Mindy cut in. “This gets us nowhere. We should just ask her if she loves him.”

They all turned to her.

Miki stared at them. She had just admitted this truth to herself. She wasn’t sure she was ready to announce it to a room full of strangers.

Sara reached over and handed Miki a piece of chocolate. “It’s got walnuts.”

Miki took the chocolate and stared at it. “Thanks.”

“You love him, don’t you, Mik?”

With an anguished groan, Miki shoved the chocolate in her mouth and put her head back on the table.

“There’s no shame in loving Thor.” And she could hear the humor in Sara’s voice. “He’s the god of thunder.”

* * *

“I think we’re avoiding the most important question here. What matters most. What means the most to men like us.”

Conall growled at Billy Dunwich’s sincere face. “I am not telling you if she swallows.”

Dunwich smiled. “Just tell me if she’s a good girl…or if she’s a very good girl?”

* * *

Sara ended the call on her cell. “I left Angie a message. She’ll probably call you later.”

“She’s only going to give me shit.”

“That’s her job. Mine is to be the supportive friend.”

“Well, supportive friend, what the hell should I do?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“I knew it! You send me off into the desert then leave me alone to die. I should have never listened to you and Angelina. As soon as those fangs started coming out, I should have run for the hills.”

Miki glanced up when the room fell silent. “What?”

“What do you mean his fangs came out?”

Damn. She really needed to watch what she said and when. Of course, that only took her twenty-nine years to discover.

She cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Sometimes his eyes would change and his fangs would come out.”

Sara leaned forward. “During sex or when you pissed him off?”

She again glanced around the room filled with Pack females. They all seemed to be waiting for her answer. “Um…well, both. Sometimes.”

Miki reared back when the chanting began. “Mi-ki! Mi-ki! Mi-ki!”

Now she was completely confused. “What? What?”

Sara jumped out of her chair. “Dude. You got the guy to extend his fangs during sex. That’s amazing!”

Kelly appeared equally impressed. “We’re trained from preteen years to control that since a lot of us have relationships with humans without them ever knowing. We fuck ‘em, but we don’t necessarily mate with ‘em. Anyway, it’s really rare for us to, you know, ‘bustout’ during sex. Even with each other.”

“So, if you actually got him to lose control that much…” Mindy shook her head.

“And this is Conall we’re talking about. He doesn’t lose it. Ever.”

The females actually high-fived each other.

“Wait. Wait.” Sara quieted them all down. “So, Mik. What about you?”

“What about me?”

Sara placed her hands flat against the wood table and raised an eyebrow. Miki had the feeling her friend was getting even with her for the rave comment from four days earlier. Bitch. “Was your reaction equally as enthusiastic as his seemed to be?”

Miki stared at the women, then buried her head back in her arms.

She heard Kelly’s voice announce, “Ladies, I do believe we have a screamer.”

Her cheeks were burning so bad she was sure they were about to burst into flame. “I hate all of you.”

* * *

“She’s a prime piece of ass, but once she pumps out a kid, that ass is going to go.”

Conall glared at Jake. He wondered whether it would really be morally wrong to kill the man.

“I don’t care.” Conall moved his glare to Zach. He blamed him for this. “If it was only about her ass, trust me I would have fucked her and walked away by now.”

“How could any wolf walk away?” That from Dunwich. “The woman took on a hyena clan. She set them on fire. Personally, I’d rather have her on our side.”

Zach shrugged. “Then it sounds to me like you love her. And if you love her, then tell her she belongs to you and she needs to get over it. Show her who’s in charge. That’s what I did with Sara.”

Zach seemed less than pleased when they all laughed so hard Conall actually fell off the bed.

* * *

Miki glanced up as Patty put a glass of milk in front of her. She stared at it in confusion because she hadn’t asked for milk.

Patty shrugged and answered her unasked question. “Well, if you’re going to keep it, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to drink milk and stuff.”

“We’ll have to get books. You know. On pregnancy and shit,” Kelly suggested.

“And I’m in for the delivery room.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

“Me, too.”

Miki couldn’t believe it. These women were volunteering to be in the delivery room with her. To help her without her even asking. So this was what it meant to be part of a Pack. She felt that sudden urge to cry again, but it disappeared as soon as the wolf females looked at Sara.

She knew what her best friend was going to say before it left her mouth. Miki wasn’t wolf, but she could smell the panic and fear coming off the woman.