Rubbing her eyes beneath the sunglassesshe never took them offfelt great. Checking her watch revealed it was three in the morning. Most of the keep was quiet, save a few who sat near the cots with wet towels and worried looks as they tended the wounded.
She stood, stretched again, and decided she could manage a few hours of sleep in her own bed, and a shower. Her kingdom for a shower.
She did have a small kingdom, actually. Well, Lana was the one who insisted on exploiting the princess title. Lexi thought it was ostentatious. Daughters of werewolf principals were referred to as princesstheir sons were princesbut that didnt make them royalty or heirs to a nonexistent castle and crown. But they did live in a castle and, despite the lacking crown, Lana certainly liked to play up the privileged princess routine. It worked well for her. Entitlement had always been her mien.
Lexi would rather choke on a watermelon than play soft, pink and delicate. If she didnt have a hand and nose to the action, she wouldnt know how to function. It was a natural compulsion to show her father how much she was willing to help. It was hard enough to get his attention, what with Lanas pandering. Her sister could win a new Porsche with a bat of her lashes, and she had two in the shed to prove the power of that expert move. Lexi owned a battered old Range Rover. It got her where she needed to go, and that included flooded roads, muddy ditches and icy drives.
Wandering through the darkened halls of the castle, Lexi tugged off her coat and pushed the sunglasses up onto her head. It always took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust and color her surroundings a little brighter than when wearing the glasses, even despite the darkness inside the castle. Her breed had excellent night vision.
Her exhaustion felt as if she were dragging lead pipes for legs, and her shoulders ached. A cup of chamomile tea after her shower would relax her into a restful slumber.
Suddenly she stumbled and, before falling, caught herself with a balance of her hands. Turning swiftly, she saw shed tripped over a mans legs. He sat sprawled on the floor across from the lobby doors that had been blocked off with wood boards. Bitter cold air whisked through the hallway about her shoulders and she shuffled her coat back on and tapped down her glasses before kneeling to shake the mans shoulders.
Monsieur Hawkes?
He mumbled something but didnt open his eyes. His coat lay over his legs, and melted snow from his heavy pack boots puddled around his feet and legs.
What are you doing here?
No place to sleep. Tired. Still missing one man.
It had been a good eighteen hours since the avalanche had struck. And this wolf had been working steadily to rescue the missing men. Only one left? He must have fallen asleep standing or, apparently, sat down and nodded off. Even wolves eventually got exhausted and couldnt go without sleep.
She tugged his arm, provoking him to a grudging stand. Come with me. Weve a few open rooms.
He twisted toward the boarded doors, which swung her around ungracefully as he looped an arm over her shoulder and stumbled a few steps as if a drunken man. Have to find last one.
Walking and talking in his sleep, this guy. You can resume the search after youve rested. Is there a backup team out now?
Yes, three men volunteered. Theyve had rest. But I should help. Cant let them down. With a shake of his head, as if to chase off the exhaustion, he suddenly set back his shoulders and assumed a modicum of alertness. The move stretched him a head taller than she. He blinked a few times in the cool darkness. Princess Connor. Sorry, I didnt know it was you.
Its Lexi, she said, and tugged him toward the south wing. And youre not going anywhere but to bed.
Best offer Ive had in a long time.
She rolled her eyes. She had walked right into that one. For lack of practice in defense of horny males, surely. She couldnt remember when a man had last flirted with her.
Weve a guest room that you can use. Shower, have something to eat, and sleep. Ill make sure the night shift doesnt stop until you rise to replace them. I want to thank you for your hard work. You certainly went above and beyond the call of duty for our pack.
Its nothing anyone else wouldnt have done.
Actually, she believed it was a lot, and anyone else would have thought twice before jumping into the fray such as Hawkes had.
Sorry about how rudely I treated your dad. I wasnt thinking. My dad grilled me on the correct protocol before I traveled here, but my mind was elsewhere. I havent had experience with a pack before.
Dont let it bother you. Father is already over it, Im sure.
Did the elixir help?
Not sure. Our doctor administered a dose not long after you saw him. If you pray, Monsieur Hawkes, please pray for my father.
I do pray to the universe, and I will put in a good word for your father.
She unlocked the guest room door with a slash of her control card, which worked on all doors in the castle, and strode inside the dark bedroom lit by a ray of pale moonshine. Nearing fullness. Perhaps three more days? Shed lost track of the monthly cycle since her father had become ill. While normally instinctual about the moon phases, she was too discombobulated by the days events to summon clear thought.
Hawkes trudged inside, his boots forming small lakes in his wake. He pulled off his sweater and tossed it aside without care. The wolf slapped a palm to his bare abdomen and rubbed it, looking about the room with a long yawn.
He had a fine form. Not so bulky as the wolves in the pack, but certainly one of the biggest. Trystan was long, lean and hard with muscle that ridged his chest and stomach. Was it solid to the touch? Would her cool fingers warm against his pale skin?
Lexi stopped the divergent thoughts when she realized her tongue traced her upper lip. She forced herself to look away from the appealing sight. The wolf was still sleepwalking. He didnt realize he was posing and flexing with every stretch he made.
Couldnt.
Why are you wearing sunglasses? he asked.
I always wear them. The light hurts my eyes, she said, offering the classic lie.
Its dark in here. He sat on the end of the bed, dressed with the thick goose-down coverlets Lexi loved to snuggle into, and lay back, stretching out his arms above the spray of wild, red hair that he wore as if a defiant flag.
She strolled into the bathroom and turned on the light. The shower stream is fierce. For reasons beyond my knowledge we have excellent water pressure here in the boondocks. Youll love it. There should be fresh towels and linens in the closet. Ill see about finding you some clean clothes and have the maid drop them off.
The werewolf didnt answer so Lexi peeked inside the bathroom closet to be sure there was soap and towels. Everything looked presentable. She liked to run a tight ship, and was pleased the maid kept up the extra rooms. It was the least they could offer to the man who had selflessly aided their pack today.
Crossing the room, soft snores lured her to the bedside. Arms stretched above his head and feet still on the floor, the fascinating wolf had fallen asleep.
She leaned over him, inspecting his rising and falling chest. Her fingers played in the air but inches from his skin, unwilling andwiselynot touching. He was a fine piece of work. A few freckles spotted his shoulders and along the side of his muscle-strapped torso. She started mapping them out, tapping the air with a finger and wondering if she could form the constellation Orion.
She leaned over him, inspecting his rising and falling chest. Her fingers played in the air but inches from his skin, unwilling andwiselynot touching. He was a fine piece of work. A few freckles spotted his shoulders and along the side of his muscle-strapped torso. She started mapping them out, tapping the air with a finger and wondering if she could form the constellation Orion.
What are you looking at, Princess?
Startled upright, she took an abrupt step away from the bed. Its not Princess, its just Lexi. And I was Taking mental inventory of his steely abs and connecting the tantalizing dots. Good night, Monsieur Hawkes.
Its not monsieur, its just Trystan. Friends call me Tryst, he said on a sleepy rasp. And youll always be a princess to me, Lexi. He yawned and turned his head to the side. So pretty came out on a murmur.
Lexi paused in the doorway and pressed her forehead to the door frame. Hed called her pretty. She had no earthly idea what to do with that compliment.
Trystan woke to the smell of bacon and maple syrup. Aware someone was in the room with him, he rolled over on the bed and realized he was wrapped like a burrito in the bedspread. Hell, he always conked out like a log after a hard days work and often fell asleep wherever he could manage. Howd he actually make it to a bed?
The image of a pretty werewolf with dark hair and mysterious sunglasses came to mind.
Lexi, he whispered. Shed made an offer to share the bed with him if he recalled correctly. Probably not a correct recall, and instead a dream. Heh.
Hello? He rolled out of the burrito wrap and sat up, shrugging fingers through his tangle of hair and shaking off the hangover of coming instantly upright and awake.
Breakfast and a set of clothes for you, monsieur. An elderly woman in casual dark slacks and sweater stood at the door. Must be the maid. He didnt get the sense that she was wolf, though. Principal Connor wishes to see you in an hour.
Thanks. Wheres his room again?
Down the hall at the end of the south wing. Take the stairs up to the tower. She left, closing the door quietly.
The door wasnt even closed before Tryst stood over the tray of breakfast, lured by his nose and the savory scent of heaven. He gobbled down a few slices of bacon and tilted back the first cup of coffee without taking a breath. The pancakes followed in huge bites. Man, he was starving. And they certainly knew how to feed a hungry wolf here. Six pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage, camp fries, and granola with yogurt.
I could get used to this.
Living in Paris, in his bachelor pad that overlooked the Eiffel Tower, he normally didnt cook for himself. Most nights he ate out, and kept a collection of take-out menus on his iPhone. And if on a date, that meant he couldnt consume a huge meal, as usual, because he didnt want to freak out his date by revealing his monstrous appetite. It took a lot to keep a grown wolf full. Mortal women ate so little and gave him condemning looks to see him gobble up his food. It was as if food of any sort disgusted them, and how could he possibly eat it?
He usually dated mortal women, but hed yet to fall in love. And though he suspected the cards wouldnt deal him love anytime soon, he was hopeful. Raising a family and starting his own pack was tops on his wish list.
He missed that hed not been raised in a pack. While his father was half werewolf, he didnt shift to werewolf form too often, because that side of him was vicious and violent. His werewolf was actually ruled by his vampire brain, and the vampire inside Rhys Hawkes was always pissed at the wolf for denying it the blood it desired.
So Rhys remained in vampire form most often because then his kinder, gentler werewolf mind ruled, and though Tryst had adjusted easily to his fathers mood swingshed grown up knowing nothing elsehe quickly realized if he was going to learn what real, full-blooded werewolves were like, hed have to find a few wolf friends. Which hadnt been easy.
Unaligned wolves were not often welcomed to chum around with packs. But Tryst had managed to secure one close friend, an ice demon named Axel Fergusson, who had taught him things his father could have never thought to talk about. Axel knew about werewolves because he had once been one himselfactually, still wasbefore being cursed by Himself because hed dated Bloody Mary, the chick who was known to be Himselfs girlfriend, so Axel had had it coming, Tryst figured.
Axel had been his lifeline. Especially when it came to dating advice. Never approach a pack female unless you have a death wish. Even if she gives you a wink. But if shes alone, then go for it, and enjoy the ride while you could, which was never long. Pack females tended to surf the Parisian nightclubs for unaligned wolves as a vacation from their usual pack males. But they were never serious, just looking for some fun away from home. The different. The outsiders.
Ugh. Tryst hated that term.
Pouring his third cup of coffee, Tryst cautioned himself to slow down and enjoy the meal while he could. There was still another man missing, and if the crew that had worked through the early-morning hours had not found him, Tryst had work to do.
The maid had said the principal wanted to see him? Hmm, yes, he should go and apologize for his brisk treatment of him yesterday. At the very least, he should have bowed before the elder wolf. Rhys would not be happy to learn about his faux pas.
Tryst finished the last sausage link and stood back from the clean plate. A shower and a quick shave were in order. He had a long day ahead of him. Fingers crossed, that day would involve meeting up with the pretty princess who had been staring at his half-naked body last night.
She wants me, he said. Score!
He tossed an imaginary basketball and landed the trick hoop shot because he was so good, and yes, the woman wanted him.
Now he just had to sniff out any competition from the males in the pack, and then approach the target with confidence yet caution.
Alexis knocked on the guest room door. It was seven in the morning, which wasnt early by any means, but she didnt hear a sound on the other side of the door. Was the wolf still sleeping? He deserved the rest. The night team had not found the remaining man, so she entirely expected Hawkes would be out poking about in the snow as soon as the sun blinked across his eyelids. Hed bring up a dead man, surely, but his dedication heartened her.
She was fascinated by those with an ability to fit into any scenario or surrounding effortlessly, such as Hawkes had seemed to do here at Wulfsiege. Herself, she was never quite sure how to become a part of something even as innocuous as a conversation. It wasnt shyness, but a touch of introversion. Okay, a lot of introversion. Her sister had gotten their fathers extroverted gene. And the pretty gene. And the popularity gene.
Get over it, she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Why was she feeling so sorry for herself suddenly? This is not you.
It was exhaustionthat was all she could summon as an excuse.
Lexi beat a fist on the door, and it swung inside on the third pound, almost hitting the grinning werewolf in the face. Wet hair dripped onto his shoulders and spilled in tears down his bare, buff chest. She found herself following the trail of water down, down over rigid abs, and through a thatch of red hair to the tight wrap of a white towel hugging his square, utterly graspable hips.