Free Whispers at Moonrise by C. C. Hunter Page B

over at him. “There will be no trouble tonight.”
    While still leery, and with the tension so thick it made breathing difficult, Kylie heard the command in the man’s voice and sensed his men would not defy him. The surge of adrenaline storming in her veins lessened.
    Will, another camper and one of Lucas’s friends, moved in closer. Somewhere in the back of Kylie’s brain, the realization hit. Lucas hadn’t been alone with Fredericka. A thread of guilt over doubting him rose in her chest.
    As if thinking of the girl brought her here, Fredericka walked out of the line of trees and into the small clearing.
    “Mr. Parker,” Fredericka said in a light tone, breaking the tight tension. “What a pleasure to see you again.” The she-wolf shot Kylie a slight smirk, as if wanting Kylie to know she was friends with Lucas’s dad.
    “The same here,” the man replied with disinterest. He paid Fredericka no heed. He hadn’t stopped studying Kylie’s pattern. She felt the slightest bit worried that it was doing something strange.
    “So the rumors don’t lie,” Mr. Parker said, sounding perplexed.
    “What rumors?” Kylie asked.
    “I can see why my son is intrigued by you. A shame that you are not one of us.”
    Kylie’s chest tightened at the implication. As if her relationship with Lucas was doomed.
    “Enough,” Lucas said. “I think—”
    “You are one strange bird, Kylie Galen.” Mr. Parker tightened his brows as if to get a closer look at her pattern.
    Kylie tilted her chin up a notch. Not a bird, Kylie thought. A chameleon. And an inexplicable sense of pride filled her chest. For the first time, Kylie accepted that while she knew nothing of what being a chameleon meant, there was value in the little knowledge she had.
    Lucas turned to face Della. “Both of you go back to your cabin.” His gaze settled on Kylie. “I’ll see you later.”
    Resentment at being told to leave stirred in Kylie’s gut, but logic intervened and she sensed his intention came from his need to protect her and not to control her. Then she realized that if she resented his authoritative tone … She glanced at Della.
    “I’d rather help you send these guys off,” Della growled.
    Kylie spoke up. “We should go.”
    Della frowned, but her expression said she’d concede. “Fine. I didn’t want to hang out with these dogs anyway.” She snarled at the intruders.
    One of Mr. Parker’s guards took a defensive step forward, and both Kylie and Lucas moved in a step. That one step left little doubt that neither of them would allow the guard to touch Della. Kylie didn’t miss the frown that Lucas sent Kylie, as if to say he didn’t want her taking the protective role. But that was what she was. A protector. A chameleon protector.
    Della scowled at both of them, as if to say she didn’t need their protection.
    “Go. Please,” Lucas said.
    Kylie motioned for Della to follow her.
    As they walked away, Kylie couldn’t resist looking back. She saw Lucas, his posture defensive as if his father brought out the worst in him. Her thoughts went to both her own father and her stepfather. Neither of them put her on the defensive. Yeah, her stepfather had made some bad mistakes, and Kylie might still be working on forgiving him, but deep down she knew he loved her. And with her real father, Daniel, well, he cared so deeply he hadn’t even let his death separate them.
    Kylie sensed Lucas had never felt any affection from his father. Her heart hurt for him, and her blood heated with the need to defend him.
    But defend him against what? What was it that had brought Mr. Parker to camp? Something told her it wasn’t just to give Lucas a hug. Was something wrong with Lucas’s grandmother? His half sister?
    A shame that you are not one of us . His words echoed in her head and heart. Could he be here about her? Protesting the fact that Lucas was … intrigued with her?
    “Burnett’s going to be so pissed about this,” Della huffed, her