Chapter 67

“Not now, boy.” But I stroked the back of his hand. Tyler shivered at my touch. “Later, I promise to fuck you so good you’ll howl.” I took his hand and kissed the tips of his fingers. Tyler’s breath hitched, and I knew he was hard. Mission accomplished.

One lick of his palm, then I told him to sit again. “Tell me what happened to your family.”

Tyler looked stricken, as if the memory was just yesterday. “My parents died when I was ten years old, so Uncle Reid—one of the elders of my clan, and my mother’s brother—took care of me. The night after my seventeenth birthday, we were all in the woods as usual, near the ranch. I was in shifted form, of course, and was charged with keeping an eye on the younger ones, who’d only recently started to shift themselves.”