Wolf Shifter Diaries: Lies Tamed (Sweet Paranormal Wolf & Fae Fantasy Romance Series Book 2) by E. Hall (books for men to read TXT) 📗

She grips my arm, practically shaking me as I shift gears. “How is it that I have a brother I didn’t know about?”

“Let’s hope your mom can help.”

When we return to Hjalmor Headquarters, I check in with the betas. Still no sign of the werewolf which is concerning. “We have a warrior pack and we can’t find one werewolf?”

“She’s crafty.” Baker tells me he checked in with other packs and they’ve caught the cursed wolf’s scent, but there haven’t been deaths, yet.

While Kenna calls her mom, I give them a quick recap of what went on with Clove.

“So does that make him the second Magical Most Wanted?” Camilla asks.

“Interesting that the Council didn’t register his existence. The Accords were created when Kenna was born, right? So why weren’t they aware of Clove?”

I scratch the light layer of scruff growing along my jawline and think about that. “I’m not sure. First, Isa and Alden mated, creating Greyson. When he synthesized, they forbid he ever have children. Yet, he had two. The first went into hiding and the Accords came to be. But then, somehow Greyson slid under the radar and had a second offspring. Why didn’t we know?”

Baker flips on his laptop. No doubt, he’s going to do some research. “I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

Meanwhile, Kenna leaves her mother a voicemail message, filling her in on what’s transpired and alternately laughing about an inside joke they must have.

A twinge in my chest tells me I miss my father and wonder what it would have been like had I known my mother. The twinge lingers when I think about Clove’s fae mother, leaving her under a lily pad and his father’s rejection as well.

“I was just thinking,” I say to the betas, “Clove presents as fae. He’s part wolf, obviously, but there aren’t many traces of our kind in him. Perhaps he made the choice to lean into one or the other. Maybe he was born that way.” I shrug. “But it makes me wonder if Kenna will become more fully wolf and leave the other magic behind.”

“Did she have any power surges while you were gone?” Inga asks.

“Not really,” I say.

Kenna hangs up the phone, having heard our debate. “I felt the fae magic, especially around Clove. If I have to live with it, I’d like to learn how to control it. But don’t worry, the wolf in me is stronger.”

“That’s because wolves are the best,” Camilla singsongs. “Then again, I’m biased.”

“Betas, Kenna and I don’t have time to waste. We have to find Greyson. You need to find the werewolf.”

“Apart from the obvious reasons, are we up against a deadline?” Trigg asks.

I don’t tell them about the Council ultimatum. Instead, I say, “Clint said there will be a full investigation if there’s another death. That means police, guards, and people snooping around on our land. We have the support of the local authorities. However, the national level is another story.”

“Shall I ready the plane?” Baker asks, tapping away on his computer.

“I’d like to leave as soon as possible.”

After making arrangements, Kenna and I go to Intherness. She watches the scenery out the window. “This is a beautiful country. I’d like to explore sometime when I’m not trying to make sense of a past I didn’t know about.”

I point toward the city. “The Christmas markets are my favorite. There’s a river that runs through the city that freezes over in the winter. Visitors can ice skate during the day or at night when it’s all lit up. If you think the chocolate cake here is delicious, the cocoa is amazing. You can get it served with caramel, marshmallow cream, or double chocolate.”

Kenna beams a smile. “Now, you’re speaking my language.”

I chuckle as I turn into the private airport entrance.

“I didn’t realize I could’ve flown in. I took a train. It was cool, but took a while.”

“The airport is for private jets only.”

Her eyes widen. “Now, you’re not speaking my language. We’re taking a private plane?”

“Wolf pack privilege. We also have a helicopter.” I wink.

Kenna mouths the word wow.

We skip lines, security, and all the fuss of regular travel. I slide onto the creamy leather seat aboard the jet. An attendant brings us warm cloths infused with lavender and fizzy water as we prepare for takeoff.

Kenna watches out the window as Concordia shrinks to a play-sized city. I watch her expression soften as we move over the water. The matching sky almost makes her smoky eyes look blue. Her lips press gently together. She’s so beautiful my breath catches.

She turns slowly toward me, and the corner of her mouth lip lifts into a smile. “Like what you see, Mr. Stone?” she asks.

“Very much.” My voice is rough.

I clear my throat and shift back into the matter at hand. We review everything we’ve learned so far. I recap the various kinds of ghosts and what we may encounter if we find her father.

“I was joking about the house being haunted, so this kind of blows my mind. Also, that haunting isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Alister is nice enough.”

“I’m afraid his boss doesn’t have the same reputation.”

“You mean my father? Mom never talked about him. Couldn’t, it turns out.”

“I’m sorry to say that he wasn’t a good man. He caused a lot of difficulty for magicals among humans, attempting to wage a war with an army of battle wolves. Inga has told me the stories.”

Her eyes crimp. “Then what did Clove mean about finishing what he started?”

“My concern exactly.”

The attendant brings us a steak dinner with potatoes and asparagus. Kenna pushes her food around on her plate. “I’m looking forward to a doughnut or two.”

To change the subject, I say, “Tell me about where