She inhaled sharply, and my lips parted.
His eyes shifted to red, and his wolf rumbled through his lips,
“Mate.”
“Well, now it’s a real party,” Teagan said cheerfully. “And this time, I don’t have to abduct anyone.”
“What the absolute fuck?” Del looked at me. “Ebony…”
“Remember how I said werewolves aren’t real?” I checked. “It was a lie.”
Her eyebrows lifted to the damn sky.
“Ford!” I called, turning to look for him.
The guys were already jogging over, and Rocco’s fingernails were digging into the plastic picnic table so hard I worried they might bleed.
His face contorted painfully as he fought his wolf.
Del took a step back, but Teagan grabbed her arm.
“What’s a werewolf’s mate?” Del asked, looking between Teagan and I.
“Oh honey, you’re about to find out,” Tea promised.