Midnight Wolf (A Shifters Unbound Novel) by Jennifer Ashley

Author:Jennifer Ashley [Ashley, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2018-04-23T18:30:00+00:00

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Tamsin kept hold of Ciaran’s hand as they entered the white tent, which held about forty people and a buffet. Sunday brunch, the overly tall man who called himself Dante told her.

When Tamsin had leapt down from the truck, wanting the bathroom too much to wait for Angus to wake up, she’d been surrounded by five human males, who’d greeted her politely if not warmly. Two had led her and Ciaran, who had scrambled out after her, to a trailer that held a somewhat decent bathroom. Tamsin had done her best to wash her face, but she longed for a shower.

She’d emerged, then guarded the door while Ciaran used the bathroom, and then they followed their guides to the tent.

Dante had been waiting outside the tent’s open flap. “Where’s Angus?” he asked without greeting.

Tamsin stared at him, as did Ciaran, not so much because he was a Shifter, un-Collared, but how he was dressed. His shirt was black silk, and over it he wore a gold, purple, and silver striped velvet coat that hung past his waist. Black jeans and gray cowboy boots completed the outfit, and he held a purple top hat with a stream of black feathers rippling from under its wide black ribbon.

He watched her take in that he was Shifter, and he gave her an acknowledging nod that he knew she and Ciaran were too.

“I met Angus last night,” Dante went on. “We do brunch Saturday and Sunday mornings, but the rest of the time, you find your own meals.” He gestured with his ornate hat. “Come in and meet everyone.”

Angus must have won Dante over—Dante would never have made an offer like that if he hadn’t decided to trust them.

The people inside the tent regarded Tamsin curiously, but they were welcoming, in a low-key way. They let Tamsin into the line, and before long, she had a full plate, Ciaran an even fuller one. Steaming eggs, crisp bacon, a pile of pancakes, toast, juice, coffee—everything Tamsin and Ciaran could want.

The cook was a large man who looked as though the shower wasn’t his favorite place, but he could cook, Tamsin discovered as she ate. She went through her plate and returned for seconds, Ciaran right behind her.

Halfway through her refill, Angus stormed into the tent. His gaze went to Tamsin and Ciaran, and his stark worry turned to glowering anger.

“About time you got up,” Tamsin said, licking syrup from her fork. “You were sleeping hard. You snore, you know. Loudly.”

Ciaran guffawed around a mouthful of sausage. “He does.”

Angus glared, but he said nothing, his relief at finding them apparent.

“Grab a plate,” Tamsin told him. “It’s good. Then I’m going to make Dante tell me where I can take a shower.”

“You met him, then.”

“He’s right over there.” Tamsin poked the air with her fork. “I couldn’t miss him.”

“I meant—what did you think of him?”

Tamsin studied the bear Shifter, whose coat glimmered as he moved. “Quick assessment? Too sure of himself. But if he’s lived off the grid all this time, he’s good at it.

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