Page 6 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

Wolf growls, too, not to be outdone. “Feels like old times, huh?”

Bear chuckles, and the tension between us dissipates. He drops the blanket on top of her and examines her pale, lifeless face. “Where did you find her?”

“A few feet from the ‘Beware of Monsters’ sign. She was lying unconscious in the snow.”

Wolf grins. “So in a way, I saved her life?”

I nod. “Assuming she survives.”

He lets out a few choice words.

Bear growls and pulls his sweater over his head. “She’s going to survive.”

He unclasps his jeans and they fall to the ground. The asshole isn’t wearing boxers, and I want to murder him on the spot. Or shift and fight him for the woman in my arms. My dragon roars, but her needs come first, and right now, we need to do whatever it takes to warm her up.

It nearly kills me, but I let Bear join me, and we cradle her naked form between us.

“Good thinking, holding her against your bear chest,” Wolf says.

I roll my eyes.

Bear grunts.

Wolf sighs. “No one? Really?”

We stay perfectly still for several minutes. The woman in our arms doesn’t stir, and she still looks as pale as death.

“I don’t think this is working,” I tell Bear. “She needs a doctor, but I can’t fly her into town. Even with the snowstorm visibility being what it is, someone is bound to notice a dragon.”

Bear scowls. “I don’t think she’d survive the flight.”

I nod in agreement.

“There’s one other option,” he says.

I instinctively shake my head. “There must be another way.” One that doesn’t uproot the life we built for ourselves.

Bear’s scowl deepens. “If we do nothing, she dies.”

My dragon roars. If she dies, it will destroy us. I feel it down in my bones. Though I worry that if she lives, that will destroy us, too.

I take a deep breath and force out the words, “My dragon and I accept the responsibility.”

“As do my bear and I.”

Wolf remains silent.

“We are Pack,” I tell him. “We choose as one.”

Chapter 3

Wolf

The way Bear and Dragon stare at me is rather disconcerting. We’ve been together for centuries, and I’ve never once taken on the role of Alpha and made a decision for our pack.

Dragon likes everything just so and keeps us in line, so that role falls to him. Bear’s our Beta who sometimes disappears for days on end and walks around grumbling the rest of the time. And as for me, I’m the Omega, the peacekeeper, the comic relief. I also make a mean Christmas cookie.

And, if I’m being honest, I’m more than happy with the status quo.