I woke up earlier than everyone. As usual.
My skin was itching with the need to go see the Siren pack.
That was a lie.
I wanted to see her.
Something about her spoke to my instincts, way past my instincts as a shifter or a coyote.
I turned to see one of Freya’s brothers. He looked about my age, even though it was impossible, since he had to be younger than Freya.
“Hey...” I combed my brain for his name. “Syn?”
He chuckled softly. “No, close though.” He reached his hand out for me to shake. “Meili.”
“Ahhh. Sorry about that.”
“It’s cool. You don’t know me.”
That sort of....stung. “Okay. I’m making breakfast. Want--”
“I’ll help,” he cut in.
He grabbed an apron and took over frying the bacon as I worked on the pancakes.
Meili looked nothing like his sister. He had dark hair, and a smaller nose and brown eyes. he was pretty, very pretty, in a way that was a little too feminene.
“So, you’re my sister’s.....truemate?”
His spatula posed midair. “Ummm....Dustin’s the caucasian right?” he asked slowly, carefully.
I turned back to study him.
“Oh!” he said flippantly. “I thought...you know the other guys....”
“The twins? Our betas?”
“They’re twins?” he asked with a frown.
“Yeah. Didn’t you notice?”
He shook his head and I smirked. “Really you didn’t notice? No resembance at all?”
“What resemblance?” Ethan asked from the doorway. I could tell who he was because of the rugged way he dressed and the way he so rudely inserted himself into our conversation.
The twins walked the same, a lazy kind of arrogant swagger, as if Cole himself had trained them.
“You two--” I cut off when I saw Meili’s panicked expression.
“What about us two,” Everest asked, walking in wearing more
fitted jeans and a light jacket over his muscle shirt instead of a
plaid baggy shirt like his brother.
Meili went deep red and focused so intently on the bacon I expected it to burst into flames. Everest watched him silently, a little thoughtful frown on his face, then to Meili’s utter horror, he approached.
Poor Meili jerked in surprise. “Hi.”
“Can I help?”
Meili nodded and handed Everest the spatula. They cooked in adorable silence and I went back to my pancakes.
“Where’s your bro?”
I glared at Ethan. “Sleeping. He had a long trip.”
“Why’s he here?”
“Shouldn’t you go check up with Tristan? Maybe go dye your hair together or something? Get your nose out of other people’s business?”
Ethan glared back at me. “You rude fuck.”
I gasped in mock horror, clutching a hand to my chest.
“Ethan...” Everest warned from the other side of the kitchen.
“First of all, Tristan is my business and it sounds a lot like your nose is in it. And.... you’re an alpha in my pack. your business is my business or whatever. Screw it.” He picked up his phone and stormed out.
“Oh. My. God. I actually feel bad for pissing off Ethan.” I shivered.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Everest said. “Just.....he’s an ass by nature. You’re not. So when you do it...”
I nodded feeling guilty. “I’ll apologise.”
“You don’t have to. It’s only a heads up. He’s a lot more sensitive than he gives off. People are always trying to get to him. It hurts his feelings.” He smiled to himself. “Tristan will be good for him.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
Everest shrugged. “He’s your responsibility now, too.”
When everything was on the table, I turned to Meili barely restraining my excitement. “You can tell them apart?′
He nodded with a bashful roll of his eyes.
“Wow.” It really was impressive. On top of looking alike, and walking a like and breathing alike and talking alike, the twins also smelled the exact same!
“And you have a crush on Everest!” I squealed.
Meili cupped his hand over my mouth. Shut it! Someone will hear!”
“Someone will hear what?” Freya asked entering and shooting us a suspicious look.
“Nothing,” we both said in unison, before turning away to busy ourselves with one single pot of coffee.
Not suspicious at all.