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the distantly frolicking
forms for a long moment. Directly overhead a loud caw got my
attention and I looked up to see a large bird of prey circling in a
lazy arc. It made me uneasy. I wondered how it had been for Cade’s
mother, joining the Landon pack. If she’d been a chef she’d
obviously enjoyed some personal success before Luna Junction
altered the course of her life. Had she simply fallen in love and
abandoned everything to embrace it? Just as I was doing?
    A sharp ringing tore me out of my
reverie. Cade’s deep voice boomed from the steps as he rang a large
brass bell. “Breakfast!” He waited for me, grinning as I hurried
into his arms, craving just a brief reassuring moment of his
warmth.

Chapter 8
    The rest of the day sped by in a
whirlwind of preparation. Cade and the boys had salted the pork and
beef the day before and only needed to finish preparing the pits
for slow smoking. I watched them hauling out the huge shanks of
meat and asked where they’d come from.
    Cade had a giant pink pig flung over
each shoulder. “Bellini keeps about a hundred head of cattle and a
pen full of these plump guys.”
    “ But I thought you guys
liked your meat um, rare,” I said, remembering the pile of bloody
steaks on the kitchen table.
    Cade shrugged under his burden.
“Tastes run the gamut. Me? I prefer twelve hours of hearty smoking.
Bellini too. The Ivanovs would rip the raw throat from a living
animal if it wasn’t widely considered bad manners. My boys and most
everyone else is somewhere in the middle so we’ll stagger the
cooking to make everyone happy.”
    I nodded. “Got it.” Really though, I
didn’t. Apparently the learning curve for all things werewolf was
pretty steep. I knew I had only begun being schooled.
    “ Hey, Cade?”
    He turned around when I called, his
eyebrows raised.
    “ How many of the Luna
Junction wolves are coming here tonight?”
    He seemed surprised that I would ask.
“All of them, Tatum.”
    I watched the Landons fussing with
their meat and their smoky pits for a few minutes. My hands were
clammy. I needed something to do. For all his skills, I hoped Cade
also kept some baking ingredients in the kitchen because there was
one thing I knew how to make. I didn’t know if werewolves ate
Christmas cookies but baking my mother’s old butter cookie recipe
would keep me busy for a while and keep my mind off the fact that
very soon I was going to be surrounded by a few hundred werewolves,
some of them likely hostile.
    The sky was clear as the night began
to fall. Claire and Matthew cuddled on a creaky patio swing as the
twins tended the smoking pits. I shivered beneath the bulky coat
and carefully put the plate of cookies down on the gargantuan
wooden table which already hosted towering plates of meat in
variously cooked conditions.
    When Cade’s arms circled me, I gave a
little sigh and settled back. Already I had grown used to the
contours of his strong chest. He smelled of smoke and masculine
exertion. I let him turn me around and pull the coat around us so.
My hands traveled down his body and stroked the outline of his
swollen manhood. His breathing quickened, even more so when I
licked the base of his neck. “Cade,” I whispered. “I need
you.”
    His large hand, hidden by the coat,
reached under my sweater, beneath my tight bra and stroked my full
breast. “They’re almost here, sweetheart. Later. As many times as
you can stand it.”
    I looked at him meaningfully. “I can
stand an awful lot, sir.”
    He plunged a hand between my legs. “We
will have to test your resolve, little girl.”
    My hand tightened around his arousal.
“Do it.”
    The look in his eyes was ferocious. I
half thought he would strip me and take me right there on the cold
ground but he pulled away. He looked at the sky and breathed
deeply. I rested my head against his arm.
    “ Which way is
east?”
    Cade pointed to a quadrant of sky
which already held a handful of glittering stars. The faint glow of
the