WEREWOLVES IN LOVE ANTHOLOGY
February 4, 2011
Someone less familiar with his family might have expected the call to rouse a few butts, but the door remained fixed shut. Not surprising. The ranch-style house looked the same as when he left. It was like entering a time warp.
“Want help with your bags?” The voice came out of nowhere.
“Shit, Vin! How do you do that?” Vincent Mancuso stepped past him, grabbing one of the over stuffed duffel bags off the gravel drive.
“Anything else in the car?” Will looked through the VW’s hatchback one more time. He shook his head—the rest could all wait. “This one clean or dirty?”
The silent hunter gave a tentative sniff, a wolfish gesture bringing the shadow, if not a great black wolf, forward in his eyes. It was unnerving watching the control exerted to call up just that much, then pull his other form back when he was done.
“Dirty.” By enhancing his senses, Vin was treated to an extra whiff of sweaty gym socks.
“Dirty.” He confirmed, bending over to hide his smile and grab the other bag. Following Vin toward the house, Will did his very best to keep his eyes off the tight jeans stretched over a hard, muscled ass, but…
“Stop staring.” The words broke his train of thought.
“Years of being in charge has resulted in eyes on the front and back of your head. It is downright freakish.” Vin was the pack enforcer, head of security. He was all seeing and yadda yadda. The job title should have come with at least a few superpowers. X-ray vision was underrated.
Will hurried up the wide porch steps to catch up. Cold blue eyes met gray as he proceeded through the door held open with mocking graciousness.
Both of the younger Brand brothers were glued to the TV, backs to the door as they came in. The sounds of explosions and soldiers dying blocked out the rest of the world, covering the approaching footsteps. Brotherly love was alive and well in the Brand house.
Vin cleared his throat. That was it, but like magic the volume was muted and his brothers were pouring over the back of the couch to stand in front of Will.
“Hey, Will,” Danny started.
“Hello, sir,” Jonathan said at the same time, his eyes on Vincent. They looked at each other, then shut up.
It felt like a prison lineup. “I trust you only use this power over the young for good, Vin.”
A grunt was the only response. “Take this to the laundry room. Your brother will need clean clothes while he is here.” The bag went airborne, caught easily in his brother’s arms.
“Yes, sir.” Jonathan sprinted off to the back of the house, leaving Danny grinning up at the two older wolves.
“Don’t worry. He won’t pull your underwear out of the wash pink. That is unless they were pink to start.” The kid ducked, avoiding the retaliatory slap aimed at the back of his head.
The growl crawling out of Vin’s mouth was not happy. Danny split, video game forgotten. “How did you live with them when they went out west to visit you?”
Will just smiled. “I thought about how you treated me when I was their age and acted accordingly.”
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