Chapter 47

I heard the growls before I smelled them. Shitballs. We didn't need an incident right this second. My eyes were locked on Little John's, and he seemed just as loath to look away.

The growls grew louder, and then I heard my mates burst through the clearing at my back. Well, half-rejected mates. Jeez, this was too complicated.

A head rested on my shoulder, and I sighed.

"Friends of yours, lass?"

"Unfortunately." I shook off the furry head, turning to glare at Xander and Rhys. They were in their wolf form, shaggy and magnificent.

Which kept complicating things because my heart ached for them, so I could be complete. But they really pissed me off sometimes.

But we needed to find Heather and break the curse on her, so Robin was our best bet. Which meant playing nice with the Sure Wood pack.

My belly fluttered. John was a tall drink of water, that was for sure. I was doomed if we hung out here any longer.

"We are here to see your Alpha. On official Godmother business."

"Ooh, fancy