on the imminent birth, and may the waters of your world serve to nourish your family now and for always.â
Lucasâs eyes widened at Brennanâs formal speak, but he inclined his head. âThank you. As you may or may not know, the pack-father protects the children as if they were his ownâwould die for them. The first must be Pack, but there is precedent for naming a second. Iâve chosen you, Alexios. Maybe that was a mistake.â
Alexios ran a hand through his hair, wincing when he hit the part of his scalp still tender from the shifterâs attack. âIt wasnât a mistake. Weâve been friends for a very long time, and I am honored beyond the telling of it that you would ask me to serve as second pack-father. I accept, if you still want me.â He offered his hand, and with only a momentâs hesitation, Lucas grasped it in his own. A shared understanding passed between them, and Alexios knew that he, too, would protect Lucasâs children with his life.
âLovely. Really touching. Maybe we can eat chocolate and watch a chick flick next,â Christophe said. âOr maybe we can figure out how in the nine hells they knew we were here? Whatever else that was, it wasnât random. Not only were they here for us but they seemed to be targeting Alexios personally.â
âI also had noticed they were focusing on Alexios,â but I am not a particular fan of romantic comedy films,â Brennan said. âLucas, did you mention this meeting to anyone else?â
Lucas was already shaking his head. âNo. Like I said, I wanted to talk to you about what was going on. Vampires enthralling shifters. Pack acting contrary to our own best interests. Something big is going onâsomething different. The vamps have found a way to permanently enthrall shifters, Alexios. I donât need to tell you what that means for the survival of Packânot to mention the survival of the humans.â
âWere these members of your pack?â Alexios demanded.
âNo. Definitely not. You know we can tell Pack from scent. No way were those from mine. To the best of my knowledge, they werenât from anywhere around here.â
âTo the best of your knowledge doesnât seem to be worth much, no offense,â Christophe sneered. Faint silvery-green power still pulsed at the edges of his fingertips. âItâs getting harder and harder to tell whoâs on our side these days.â
Lucas growled deep in his throat, more wolf than man. âYou keep saying âno offense,â and yet you are most certainly offending me. It occurs to me to ask why you felt the need to kill all four of the remaining attackers. We needed one alive to question. Maybe itâs an Atlantean whoâs the traitor,â he said, his gaze drilling into Christophe. â No offense. â
Alexios stepped between them. âAll right, already. Letâs compare the lengths of our dicks later. Right now we need to figure out who is behind this attack, and why.â
âI would suggest the Primator, Vonos,â Brennan said calmly. Of course, Brennan had been calm for longer than anyone really knew, since something about a Roman senatorâs daughter had gone bad and Poseidon had cursed him never again to feel emotion, forever destroying Brennanâs life.
Or maybe not. Maybe having no emotions was a better way to live.
Something in his gut twisted at the thought, but he put it, and any thoughts of Grace, back in a box to be dealt with later. Much later.
âCould be Vonos,â Christophe admitted. âBut it doesnât smell like him. Heâs more about power and efficiency than the usual bad-guy evil bwah-ha-ha crap. He and Mussolini were probably buddies.â
Ever since vampires, shifters, and other supernatural creatures had openly declared themselves to exist around a decade ago, theyâd been rapidly gaining ground in terms of legal rights. The