Free Hunter Moon: A Grazi Kelly Novel #2 by C. D. Gorri Page A

breath.
    “Alright, get up you two. Meet me in the
study in ten minutes.”
    I walked over to my water bottle and drank
the whole thing. Mmm. Cucumber and lime water. It was really
awesome. Dimitri should really consider marketing the stuff.
    Cara didn’t look at me as she headed to the
guest bathroom for a shower. Whatever. I don’t know why she
hated me and I didn’t care. She was so not my favorite
person either.
    I headed towards the study with a towel
wrapped around my neck. The smell of something amazing hit me as I
passed the kitchen. I stuck my head in. There was Dimitri, his
blonde hair neatly trimmed and combed back off of his face.
    He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly
either. He was just so big. It was sort of out of place to see him
with an apron on, putting together a tray of savory looking hors
d’oeuvres.
    “Want to try one?” He did not smile. No, he
looked a little anxious actually.
    “Sure.” I popped what looked like a mini
grilled cheese in my mouth. Flavor exploded and I realized he had
put a dollop of some kind of spicy fruit chutney inside the mini
melt. It was awesome!
    “Oh, wow! That is good.”
    “You like it! Have another, go on, printzyessa .” I grabbed three more before heading to the
study. Looked to me like this guard Wolf would rather be a chef. No
complaints here as long as I got to taste test for him.
    “Hey, he gave you some?” Ronan looked
genuinely hurt as I licked the crumbs from my fingertips.
    “Yup.”
    “Oh, that’s not right. Won’t even give me a
taste before dinner.”
    “That’s because a taste to you means the
whole tray!” Dimitri had followed us into the study and glared
meaningfully at Ronan.
    “I’m hurt, Dimi. I really am.”
    “You’ll get over it.” I covered my mouth with
my hand, stifling my laughter. His wounded expression was clearly a
put on.
    I enjoyed this side of him. He was playful.
Teasing and mischievous. Like a puppy . Though I doubted he’d
appreciate the comparison. Dimitri had him in a headlock after he
insulted the last night’s dinner. But it was all in fun. The older
Wolf would not harm him. Just as Ronan would never seriously insult
Dimitri’s cooking. They cared about each other. This is what
it’s like to be in a pack .
    Cara walked in and the atmosphere changed.
Everyone seemed to find a different place to look. Dominant
Wolf. Hmm. Maybe I should meet her. My Wolf spoke clearly to
me. Cara was clearly very dominant, but it would seem I had no
problem looking her in the eye.
    She growled. I yawned. I don’t know what kind
of Werewolf I am. Dominant, submissive, or just totally nuts. I
just knew I wasn’t interested in fighting her for status or any
other reason. But I also wasn’t interested in looking away like
some of the other Wolves did.
    “Enough of this.” My uncle’s voice resounded
in the filled room. He clearly outranked her and I could feel the
force behind his voice when he told us all to stop.
    Cara had looked down immediately. I felt the
impact of his power. But it sort of rolled off of me like soft
rain. I felt it, but it didn’t compel me.
    “I called you all here because there are
important matters to discuss. Sascha you first, what have you found
about the attacker the other day.”
    “I made move to contact local pack leader. He
said there are not usually Vampires in the area, certainly not
Hunters. But he will look into it.” Sascha spoke with a thicker
accent than his brother. He was also the more intimidating of the
two. Powerfully built, he wore a close cropped beard and never
seemed to smile. I could understand why my uncle would send him on
a fact finding mission. I doubt anyone would lie to him. Not that
they could, Werewolf nose and all.
    “Good. You made successful contact,
excellent. Okay, next-”
    “Why is that so surprising? Wouldn’t they
want to help us?” I was a natural interruptor . It was sort
of like my second calling. I had to ignore the way everyone cringed
when