could be more. Just caught it. I think they’re inside the building. The hotel part,” Sara added, jerking her head toward the connecting hallway up the stairs at the back of the bar.
“What the hell? What are they thinking, coming into our territory like this? They know that’s a death sentence.”
Even as she spoke the thoughtless words, Lily recoiled from their sting. The snap of his neck cracking as she carried out the death sentence she’d so selfishly laid down upon him...
“Lily. Don’t do this to yourself.” Kieran’s urgent but controlled voice sliced through her still whirling head. She looked into his dark, hard eyes. “Focus, now. We have work to do.”
She nodded, mesmerized by his gaze trapping hers. He steadied her like roots anchored a sapling to the ground. How could he make her so calm, so soothed, after the fever his exciting touch had ignited in her body only moments earlier?
“Upstairs. To the hotel lobby,” Kieran said. His palm still rested on Lily’s back, the heat of it searing her despite the suddenly very different urgency of the moment. “We need to get a better scent on them.”
“They’ve probably split up.” Sara’s voice still retained control. The only sign of her unease was its pungent grip on her body, transmitting to Lily’s keen nose.
Funny that she’d never stopped to wonder why her senses in human form were far more acute than any true human’s. It was accepted Pack truth that all shifters, of any kind, shared defining characteristics between their human and animal selves. If they didn’t, they would eventually go completely feral in their animal forms without the logical human mind guiding them. It made sense that the reverse was also true.
Thankfully, wild animal instinct held forth when mating as a human. Lily’s toes curled in sweet expectation as she briefly contemplated that imminent future with Kieran. Then she shook herself back to the present. Find the rogues, determine the meaning of their intrusion into her Pack’s territory, and take them to the Pack council. Then.... Then, she could discover Kieran’s sweet, wild fire.
If she could wait that long.
“Okay. Lily, you stay here in the bar.” Sara was operating in full Pack Guardian mode. “They wouldn’t dare do anything with so many people around. Kieran and I will check it out.”
Sara started to turn away when Lily shot out her hand to grab Sara’s wrist. Sara stopped and gave Lily a confused, questioning tilt of her head.
“I’m not staying here.” Lily could hear the chill in her voice. Her wolf, hunting instincts aroused, clawing to the surface. “I’m coming with you.”
Sara stared at her Packmate. Lily didn’t blink, didn’t move. She felt Kieran’s legs tighten against hers even more. The lazy twitch of his thumb against her back had stilled, and it seemed he almost held his breath. But she wasn’t about to back down. Not when it was her Pack. Not even her insanely hot cowboy could stop her.
Her cowboy? Lily flipped the thought away, pleasing as it was. Now was time to focus on the threat of the rogues.
Sara’s expression betrayed a tumult of warring emotions. Trepidation, relief, and something else flitted across her delicate features in a lightning flash. Then she shook her head and turned her arm in Lily’s grip to offer her hand.
“Okay. But if you get hurt because you’re out of shape, it’s on your head.”
***
Kieran moved his approval of Sara up a significant notch. She knew what was good for Lily: to stop wallowing in the past and get back to the work she was meant for.
Lily struggled to free herself from Kieran’s legs, although she didn’t try too hard. He deliberately pulled her back for a moment and nestled her right in the crook of his legs. His unmistakeable erection, snugged up right against her rear end, should tell her how ready he still was for her.
Oh, she felt it, all right. She turned her head so those sun-dappled green eyes