Free Hagen, Lynn - Stormy Eyes [Brac Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

at the thought of the large wolf taking advantage of his cousin’s innocence. He was getting tired of having to watch these wolves and their roaming hands.
    “You playing?”
    Kyoshi turned his attention back to the game as he thought about Keata and what was going on. Maybe it was just an innocent visit, checking on the wounded warrior. He may be jumping to conclusions, but Kyoshi couldn’t help his protectiveness. It was ingrained in him to take care of Keata.
    He finished his game then climbed the stairs to find out what was going on. He found Keata sitting on his window seat, staring out in a daze.
    “Keata, are you okay?”
    “I fine. Why?” Keata turned his attention to Kyoshi.
    “Why were you in Tank’s bedroom alone?” Kyoshi saw the light blush as Keata shrugged his shoulders. His head spun with the possibilities of what may have happened.
    “Did he touch you?” Kyoshi hissed.
    “I grown man. My business.” Keata turned back to his window gazing as if dismissing Kyoshi.
    “You are my business, young one, and I demand to know what happened.”
    “No.” Keata crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Kyoshi. He could tell that Keata wasn’t budging on this.
    He stomped from the room to find his mate. Storm was in the backyard checking some bricks that had came loose on the path leading to the garden when Kyoshi huffed over.
    “I think Tank made a move on Keata,” Kyoshi said angrily.
    “Hang on. Tell me what happened before I accuse anyone else. I’m not about to ruin someone else’s name until I have all the facts.”
    Kyoshi relayed to him what he saw and Keata’s stubborn stance.
    “Sounds to me like Keata is correct. He is grown, Kyoshi, no matter how much you wish it differently.” His mate knelt down to Kyoshi. “You have to cut the strings sometime. But I will speak to Tank privately and ask him about it.”
    “No. I don’t have to cut anything except Tank’s balls off if he goes near Keata again.”
    “Kyoshi, be reasonable. Keata isn’t a juvenile. He can make his own choices, live his own life—”
    “So you are saying he should move out?” Kyoshi stared at him in amazement.
    “That’s not what I’m saying. If you calm down, then you would understand—”
    “No, he is not allowed to make his own decisions. He needs guidance, he needs protection, and he needs me.” Kyoshi bit back a sob on the last part.
    “Come here, dragonfly. I see what’s wrong. It isn’t that you think Keata can’t take care of himself. You can’t give him up.” His mate held him in his arms, kissing him softly.
    “He’s all I have, Storm. Please don’t ask me to give him up.” Kyoshi cried into his mate’s neck as the words he just spoke sank in. It was true. He couldn’t give his cousin up. He was a reminder of his childhood, his mother, and Japan—and he was Kyoshi’s responsibility.
    “I would never ask you to give him up. Just give him room to grow, discover who he is, without you shadowing him. Trust him.” Storm carried Kyoshi into the house then upstairs to their room. “I think the first thing you could give him is his own space. I talked with Maverick. He has the perfect room for Keata. He’ll be fine.”
    “I don’t know. I don’t think I can do it. What if he becomes frightened in the middle of the night? What if he needs me?”
    “Then there is a house full of people to help him, and if he insists on you then he knows where we sleep.” Storm wiped Kyoshi’s tears away, holding him close.
    “I’ll try,” Kyoshi promised.
    “Come on. I wanted to take you two down to the recreation center.” Storm pulled Kyoshi from the bed.

Chapter Eight

    They found Keata and Loco sitting on the front steps, sharing an ice cream. Storm watched as Loco chuckled, wiping the sticky treat from Keata’s chin.
    “I wanted to take them to the rec center,” Storm said after clearing his throat.
    “Sounds good. I’ll go see if the other mates want to tag along.” Loco stood,