Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

strengthen the wards in the morning and maybe make the filter between the spells narrower. Maybe word it differently than Dad. Or something.
Because one thing was sure: something had given these things the ability to get this close when nothing had in literally years.
I saw the shadows move again and this time I heard voices. I didn't hear the words, but I heard the tones and they were insistent. Maybe that meant that they would leave. Maybe I didn't have to shoot anyone. Maybe I should shoot people anyway.
I didn't know which would be the better way to handle it.
I calmed my breathing the way I was taught. I would need to shoot on the exhale. I was a sure shot, and knew that I could hit both these targets at once.
Then something strange happened.
It was as if the person below knew he was being targeted, because he paused, stepped into better range, and looked up. He had me square in the eyes.
I blinked. Like, how did he see me? His arms were even outstretched like they were an offering. He wasn’t the one with the blessed cheekbones, but he was similar enough in the eyes and build to let me know they could be related. Possibly. The one that he was talking to also paused, and he too looked at me directly, over his shoulder, his arms up as if to say, "Don't shoot!"
That gesture made me feel so human that I lowered my gun. How was this possible?
From behind me, I heard something soft, like a deliberate step to gain my attention. Dread flooded my veins as I shifted position. What the he—?
Out of the blanket of night, the one with the beautiful face and the eyes that shone like new pennies stepped into view on the roof walk. His arms were open in a posture of welcome and peace. "Please, ramina, we meant no harm."
Creed
~I think we could have handled this better, but there was no way I was going to allow her to get herself killed up here on the roof.~
Scorn flooded in my mind in red and black as Remy shouted at me. ~And what, you were okay with us getting blasted apart?~
~In a word? Yes.~
Vin snorted. ~Don't pay attention to him. He would of course choose her over us anyway.~
~As would you,~ Remy replied.
~Well, of course, that's a given.~
I tried not to smile. She would not be privy to our thoughts and I didn't want to worry her. Already she was prepared to shoot anything in sight with her gun. I could smell the mixtures of blessed oils and metals housed inside of it.
They would surely hurt on impact.
"You have nothing to fear."
She laughed then. Laughed and laughed. I ought to have been worried about that, but instead I cocked my head at her, letting the sweet melody of her voice linger in my ear, letting it wash over me in a soothing wave.
Yes, she was our rama for sure. And I needed to get her into the safety of her house before the ones called Reapers snatched her from this roof.
"Nothing to fear? Some random man who appeared on my roof and could slice me with his cheekbones tells me I have nothing to fear?" She laughed again until tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
Cheekbones?
Then she went from laughter to straight blazing fury as she cocked that shotgun toward me, locked and loaded. The flames I saw in her eyes made me so happy. So very happy.
~Only you would get turned on by some chica who got her gun on you.~
Remy’s tone was less than respectful, but before I could address it, there was a virtual slap on the thread. ~That’s my fucking queen you’re talking about, not ‘some chica.’ Boss, can I please kill him?~ Vin actually whined.
I knew that Remy was playing more than anything, so I ignored their nonsense and focused only on Soleil.
Her eyes blazed in a fierce beauty. "You move, I shoot. One part at a time."
I nodded my head toward her in deference. "I do as you wish, ramina. I just wanted to see if you were all right. You seemed…unwell just then."
"I'm fine, and why do you keep calling me that? That's not my name."
"It's not a name, it's a title."
Her forehead crinkled in such an adorable way.
"It means wolf-queen." She startled at that and I ignored it for her benefit. She wouldn't know her background, of course. "Well, rama means wolf-queen. Ramina would be little wolf-queen." Then I did smile.
I knew the moment she saw my fangs. It was in the intake of breath and the rapid quickening of her pulse.
~Shit, Creed, the fuck you do?~
I didn't want to disobey her, but I really wanted her inside the house, and I didn’t want her to stumble back and fall off the roof. Others would catch her, sure, but that was a scare we could all live without.
So I stepped, a blur too fast for her human eyes to follow, no matter how blessed, and I pointed the gun to the sky. She had enough sense not to pull the trigger. It would have attracted all manner of evil.
This close to her, her scent in my head, her body next to mine, I wanted more. I wanted a taste.
But that would be without her welcome or trust. So even though I wanted to crush my body next to her supple one, I merely kept hold of her gun and nothing more.
"You may lecture me. But I would prefer it if you do so in the safety of your house."
She blinked. This close, her eyes were a swirl of gold-green, a perfect mix of her parents.
Soon she would have the silver ring of a true rama.
"How—" she started.
I could see she was at a loss.
"Here, let me escort you back." I hoped that since she was in shock, I could just tell her what to do and she would automatically obey.
Like when I