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now…”
    “True,” Alisha admits with a nod. “But Rafe and I, as it turns out, are fated mates, so it all worked out.”
    I try to keep the skepticism off my face, but let’s just say I’m not sold on the whole concept of fated mates. Fated mates are two wolves who are presumably so meant for each other that with the right spell, they can travel across time and space via a time portal to be united. A lot of she-wolves think it’s the most romantic thing that could ever happen to you. But to me, being forced to bunk down for life with the first dude who waltzes in through a portal and claims you’re his fated mate sounds like a nightmare.
    Alisha even had a friend who’d been forced back in time to the Viking Age because of a fated mate showing up out of the blue. Yeah, that pretty much ruined her whole life.
    “But never mind my situation,” Alisha insists. “Janelle and I assume your situation with this fiancé of yours is different or you wouldn’t be hiding out here in the boonies with us,” Alisha says.
    “I wouldn’t call this the boonies,” I say looking around. “I mean, location-wise, yes, but the accommodations are real nice. If this place was on Trip Advisor, I’d definitely give it a five-star review right about now.”
    “Stop stalling and just tell us what’s going on,” Alisha says.
    “So we can help,” Janelle adds once more.
    I turn my gaze to the huge kitchen window with its night view of the mountain behind the sleepy kingdom town, wondering if I should go ahead and tell them everything. They are my cousins after all. But I’m not used to talking to other people, much less other she-wolves, about my feelings. Iggle and I are more instant messaging about work stuff kind of friends. But here these two fierce cousins of mine are, demanding to know what’s going on with my love life and how they can help me.
    Maybe I should just spill , I think. They might have some ideas about how I can—
    A huge flash suddenly brightens the night outside the window. It comes from high on the mountain, an explosion of white light expanding and then contracting as it disappears.
    “Whoa!” I say, trying to understand what just happened.
    “What?” Alisha says, turning in her seat to look toward the window. “What did you see?”
    “There was a big flash of light on your mountain,” I answer with a frown. “That’s not…”
    I trail off, afraid to say the words. But I don’t have to say a thing.
    Alisha and Janelle’s reactions are immediate. They jump out of their seats with Alisha barking orders like, “You go get Daddy and tell Mama she’ll need to watch the kids! I’ll go wake up Rafe and Mag.”
    What follows is about fifteen minutes of all out chaos as the whole house wakes up, despite having only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago after the New Year’s Eve party.
    But we’re definitely all awake now. Because apparently I was right. That bright light—it was the Alaska time gate going off.
    Signaling the arrival of, yes, you’re reading this right: a time traveling werewolf.

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    F ifteen minutes later , I’m inside the postcard. But this is no Mountain Dew run. This time I’m on a real mission, walking down the main street of the cozy little town behind the Alaska kingdom house with Alisha, Janelle, Tu, their alpha king husbands, and Uncle Tikaani. So yeah, every king and queen currently residing here in Alaska save for Aunt Wilma who stayed back at the house to watch the little ones.
    If not for having read about the Colorado custom of Kings and/or Princes going to meet time travellers at their own gates, like diplomats, I would have been fully weirded out by being included in the official greeting party. Not that our time gate has gone off in my, Dad’s, or Granddad’s lifetime, but I know for sure if it had, Dad would have sent Yancey to handle it.
    But now here I am, as Detroit as they come, stromping down a snowy lane to meet my first time-travelling werewolf. I