"And with that the spell is done," Eevi smiled and tucked herself back in Luc's arms. "Hello, Tom.
"Eevi."
André narrowed his eyes. "Tom? You seem to know both of our mates?"
Tom's calm eyes met his. "I do."
"From where?" Luc growled, his wolf showing in his eyes. André couldn't really blame him. 'There was no denying Eevi's sex appeal. Or Phoenix's overall appeal," he thought, fighting a large pinch of jealousy himself.
"From before I joined your pack."
"I thought you came to us from a brutal attack that scattered your old pack to the winds when you were a fifteen?"
"I did.
"So how do you know them?"
Eevi raised one brow. "You act like we fell from the sky as a Rogue and a New Yorker. Any who carry those titles start life as a normal wolf. The titles are, for want of a better word, achieved later."
