Two Scents' Worth: A Wolf Rampant spinoff serial (Bloodling Serial Book 3) (3 page)

"Time's up. Pendleton's in the lobby!"

Victor, darn his hard hacking heart, had apparently decided the only truly satisfying way to win was to rub his rival's face in the mud. So he'd stolen or created a key card to open my door and had burst in to spread his supposed bad news.

Unfortunately, being cuddly werewolves, the three of us had collapsed into a lupine heap atop the bed at crazy o'clock this morning, minutes after succeeding in our quest. Meaning that Victor was about to catch sight of a vision that would likely blow his mind...and our cover.

My gaze darted around the dim room, taking in the blinds that would help shield our fur from view for a few more seconds. But we needed to shift
fast
if we didn't want to be discovered.

I was furless before the thought had fully raced through my mind, and I used a bit of alpha compulsion to yank my companions back into humanity right along with me. But there was nothing to be done about our unclothed state.

"So I..." Victor stopped mid-sentence as he flipped on the light switch, his mouth gaping open at the view. And I couldn't really blame him for the deer-in-the-headlights expression. To a human, three naked males in one bed probably
was
a rather unusual sight. Add to that the bemusement of my companions at being force-shifted while half asleep, and we could easily have been mistaken for a threesome caught in the daze of post-coital bliss.

A human would have been mortified by the implications of our situation. But my wolf brain instead got an inordinate amount of joy out of my cyber buddy's beet-red face. Behind my back, Chase's snort of amusement proved that he felt the same way, and even stoic Wade seemed to be radiating amusement. Nothing like the prudishness of humans to wake you up in the morning.

Then a t-shirt and jeans flipped over my shoulder and landed in my waiting arms. Pulling my legs into the denim, I strode toward my opponent. "You were saying?"

"Um, that the job's mine," Victor replied, his gaze still trained on the naked guys lounging atop the bedspread. Neither shifter had bothered to pull up a sheet to block the human's gaze, but Victor still lowered his voice before asking, "Are those
gigolos
?"

Now even Wade chuckled. Sure, my pack mates were pretty buff from hunting for their dinner. But, really, did I look like I needed to pay for sex?

"Naw, just fuck buddies," I answered, mostly for the pleasure of watching Victor's face turn an even darker shade of crimson. "Now, about that wager...."

"Right," Victor agreed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he followed me out the door. "Like I was saying..."

"Better get your laptop," I broke in. "I think there's something you and good old Bob need to see."

***

Wolf Young owns this site.

The words were emblazoned in neon-orange, flashing letters that scrolled across the top of the First Ohio website. Wade had even added a couple of wolf paw prints for good measure, which I figured was harmless despite our intentions of keeping shifter-kind secret from the human world. After all, every hacker needs a calling card, right?

Victor's gaze remained riveted on the moving text, but Mr. Pendleton had taken only a single look at the website before hitting number three on his speed dial. Now he was deep in a muttered conversation I wasn't supposed to be able to overhear but could easily make out.
Blah, blah, blah, hackers. Blah, blah, blah, security.
I listened just long enough to discover that someone was having his ass handed to him on a silver platter, then tuned the rant out.

"How in the heck did you do it?" Victor asked now, sliding a mug across the coffee table in my direction before running an anxious hand through his no-longer perfect hair. The human male had recovered from his mortification at catching me in dishabille, but something about the experience had taken the shine off his ever-present coat of charisma nonetheless.

Before I could answer, a couple of the guys we'd been out drinking with two nights before walked past. Victor was too frazzled to recognize them, but I noticed how their eyes initially lit up when they caught sight of my companion. Then his ruffled demeanor sank in and the pair quickly looked away without offering a greeting. How very human of them.

And isn't that interesting?
It seemed Victor's game face was only good for short periods of time...much like my own. No wonder he'd tried to stab me in the back if his previous attempts at friendship had been so short-lived. He probably didn't understand what was and wasn't cool behavior within a pack.

Mentally removing the hacker from my shit list, I deigned to offer a few tidbits of information on the previous night's coding spree. Then, as the bank manager turned back to face us, I finished, "I'll tell you more about it later, dude."

Because my attention needed to be fully focused on the matter at hand now that the moment of truth had finally arrived. I sat up straighter in the overstuffed chair that graced the lobby and searched the older gentleman's face with my eyes.

When I'd thought about this meeting after breaking into the website, I'd hoped Mr. Pendleton would be pleased, would clap me on the back and praise me much as I'd thanked my younger pack mate the night before. But it was obvious now that the win wouldn't be so easy. The bank manager's stance was stiff and his face stern. And once he opened his mouth, his words confirmed my suspicions.

"I should be offering you a job right now, Mr. Young," he said gravely. "But I honestly don't feel comfortable doing so. The truth is, I've run this bank on gut reactions for the last thirty years, and my gut says there's something not quite right about you."

The sudden inhalation of air beside me turned into a coughing fit as Victor tried his best not to swallow his own tongue. I knew my cyber buddy was replaying the scene of three naked males in my hotel-room bed one more time, the image burned into his retinas as if he'd peered too closely at the sun.  Yes, by human standards, there certainly
was
something not quite right about me.

A bank manager from small-town Ohio would probably find my supposed ménage à trois reason enough to refuse to offer me a job. Victor knew that as well as I did. So I fully expected to hear the hacker's voice pounding the final nail into my coffin.

After all, hadn't Victor made it perfectly clear that this job hunt was just one more challenge, no different from his shoot-em-up video games? All's fair in love and war and all that jazz. So why not push the advantage he had over me?

Sure enough, Victor spoke as soon as his coughing fit subsided. But his words weren't at all what I expected. "I know Wolf comes across as a little strange at first, sir," the human male said. "But the truth is, I've known him for over a year, and he's as solid as they come. He once paid a speeding ticket for me so my parents wouldn't have to know about it, and he's been supporting his aunt and his entire extended family for pretty much all of his adult life."

A hint of a smile curved the corner of Mr. Pendleton's lips upward. To the older gentleman, I'm sure neither Victor nor I had spent
any
time as adults, which dramatically lessened the impact of my friend's second point.

Meanwhile, I found myself equally surprised by Victor's monologue, but for an entirely different reason. First of all, I hadn't been expecting my opponent to come to my aid, cyber-buddy status aside. And, second of all, since when had he actually started paying attention to the tidbits I let drop about my personal life? Victor had always seemed fully focused on the next video game and the next coding adventure. His own dramas had vastly overshadowed my own...or so I'd assumed.

Now I realized that my friend must have looked up the nickname we used for Chase's mother—Tia—and drawn his own conclusions about our relationship. As his rant continued, I learned that apparently we were Mexican immigrants struggling to find a place in this new nation of opportunity. I'd been kicked out of my nuclear family due to my sexual orientation, and as a result felt I owed it to my new clan to make their lives easier as they struggled to make ends meet. Unfortunately, my past made it difficult for me to find a job despite more than deserving this very opportunity.

In other words, I was the golden boy Victor had previously pretended to be. I looked up, expecting a glowing halo to materialize above my head.

Nope, not there. And, from the uncertain expression on his face, Mr. Pendleton didn't fully buy Victor's fairy tale either.

"You talk a good talk," the bank manager said when my friend's words of praise finally wound down. "But I judge a man's worth by the whites of his eyes"—whatever that meant—"and by a firm handshake. So, let's have it, Mr. Young. It's time to see what you've got."

A handshake was going to decide my pack's future? Seriously? But as I took in the set of the bank manager's shoulders, I finally got it. Bob was the human equivalent of a bloodling. He had the capacity to understand the depth of a human's character at a glance, and what he'd been seeing in me was a confusing mish-mash of wolf and man. No wonder the older man had blown me off yesterday and hoped to never cross paths with my ilk again.

A smarter werewolf would have chained down his lupine nature and allowed the bank manager to peer into eyes that rang of nothing but humanity. But Mr. Pendleton had requested honesty, and the unvarnished truth was that I was more wolf than man.

Which didn't mean I was going to shed clothes and go four-legged here in the hotel lobby, of course. But my own gut told me this wasn't the time to try to hide my lupine nature behind feigned humanity.

So I relaxed the blinders I'd been carefully holding around my wolf ever since setting foot in this hotel. I let my ears pick up the sound of a vacuum roaring to life two floors above and an annoyed dishwashing assistant griping about his girlfriend a hundred feet west. I let the chemical aroma of new carpet wrinkle my nose and felt the eddies of air currents brushing my cheeks as a revolving door changed the interior pressure with a near-audible pop.

Then I gazed at the bank manager with my full self on alert. The human possessed no inner wolf, of course, but my lupine gaze made his spine seem straighter than it had previously, his gray hair more like a white crown of wisdom than a weakness of old age. By shifter standards, Mr. Pendleton was mere meat, but I understood now that he was a man to look up to, a man to learn from. Not a man to vanquish via trickery.

The manager nodded once, and I reached forward to accept his proffered hand. My nostrils flared, taking in the scent of leather seats and bleached office paper. In his purest essence, I now realized, Mr. Pendleton
was
the bank. Which is why my late-night hack had backfired. Rather than simply proving my prowess as originally intended, the act had violated the man I'd intended to impress.

In other words, I owed him an apology.

"Sorry about the neon letters, Mr. Pendleton," I offered quietly. "Give me five minutes and I can put everything back the way it was."

We stood poised for an eternity...or perhaps for five long seconds. In wolf brain, it was hard to tell the difference.

Then, the bank manager squeezed my fingers with a strength that would have made a human wince. I considered pretending pain, but instead squeezed back with just one iota less pressure—a peace offering.

"The removal can be your first billable hour," Mr. Pendleton agreed. Then, as he withdrew his hand and turned to go, he called back over his shoulder, "And you can call me Bob."

***

"So we're cool?"

Victor seemed absurdly concerned that I might now decide he wasn't worth my time and leave him friendless, proof positive that he was indeed as lonely as I'd at first assumed him to be. What the human didn't realize was that I'd long ago decided he was part of my clan. I'd yet to drop a pack mate due to sheer stupidity and I didn't intend to start now.

Especially not when Victor had come through with such an eloquent defense at the eleventh hour.

"Of course," I agreed. "And I could hire you on as a part-time consultant if it would get your parents off your back." Because now that I'd won the signing bonus that would let me put a down payment on my opening move against the Chief, I could afford to be magnanimous.

"That would be awesome!" Victor began, then turned red again as Chase and Wade stepped out of the elevator and into his line of vision.

My fellow shifters were fully dressed now, Chase in my discarded suit since I'd donned his jeans and t-shirt this morning in my hurry to win the wager. Meanwhile, Wade had clearly embraced his self-determined role of lackey, as evidenced by the suitcase and laptop bag he was carting along in the beta's wake.

They looked perfectly normal, in other words. But the waves of agonizing discomfort rolling off Victor proved that my pack mates' previous appearance hadn't been forgotten.

From across the room, my milk brother met my gaze, one eyebrow raised.
Need space?
he asked without words. I shook my head subtly. Might was well get these introductions over with now rather than later.

"This is Chase and Wade," I offered, pointing at each pack mate in turn. Then, telling the shifters what they already knew, I finished the human-style introductions. "And this is Victor."

"Some of my best friends are gay," the latter blurted out in what could only be termed a Freudian non sequitur. I noticed that the expanding blood vessels in his face had managed to color even the tops of his ears, and I couldn't resist waiting a moment as I pondered how far the blush would extend before my cyber buddy fainted dead away.

Chase rolled his eyes at my subtle form of torture. "None of us are gay," he said, taking pity on the human. "We were just coding really late last night and must have fallen into bed in a strange way. You didn't interrupt anything."

The explanation left something to be desired, but I didn't particularly care what Victor thought of my sexuality. As long as he didn't realize we were werewolves and run screaming into the night, we were good.

Well, that wasn't quite true. I enjoyed our chats via write-message and wanted to make sure Victor didn't bow out of my life in the wake of our first physical meeting. So I offered him a chance to get to know my clan in a situation that wouldn't leave any of us blushing.

"We've still got a few hours left before we have to head home," I spoke up, then paused. Mentally paging through favorite activities that were both shifter and human friendly, I settled at last on the only viable alternative. "Wanna join us in a game of paint ball?"

Victor's face opened into a guileless grin. "Hell yeah!" He punched me on the shoulder and I returned the gesture, being careful not to damage the tender human. Then I led the trio out into the city to track down some colored explosives.

There was nothing like a good hunt to welcome a new pack mate into the clan.