Page 14 of The Coyote's Veterinarian Omega

“He’s doing good, I think,” Cal said as they headed toward me, the door falling shut behind them. “I’m not bothering with himtoo much, giving him some space, you know?”

“Probably wise,” Wyatt said softly. He sounded tired. Maybe it had been a long day. It was spring, after all, which meant most of the farm animals around here were giving birth, which meant a lot of work for vets. Burt always bitched about the long hours Vern worked in the spring, same as Vern bitched about the long hours Burt worked in the fall.

Cal and Wyatt appeared at the mouth of the hallway, cast in shadow until Cal flicked on the overhead light. I squinted at the brightness, half-ready to snarl at my brother. I barely registered his smirk before I turned my attention to Wyatt.

Wyatt, who looked like he’d been up since dawn and then dragged through a cattle field, streaked with mud and God-knew what else, hair both windblown and matted at the same time, cheeks red and chapped from the wind.

Wyatt, who somehow smelled amazing.

Wait. That didn’t make any sense. I crinkled my nose, trying to take in the scent further. From the way he looked, he’d probably been helping on one of the ranches today, so if nothing else, he should have smelled like fresh earth and hay. Maybe manure, depending on where he’d been and how long. Or, at the very least, animal.

But he smelled much fresher, something like the crisp scent of new fallen snow: clean and wild and pure, and I wanted to go on smelling that scent—and nothing but that scent—for the rest of my life.

I rolled my tongue toward the roof of my mouth without thinking. I whimpered involuntarily, my eyes flashing wide. I looked fretfully at Cal, whose shocked expression likely mirrored my own.

Before he could speak, though, I was shifting. It was involuntary; I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.

In a matter of seconds, I went from being a coyote to my humanshape, lying there naked on the blankets, and in wicked danger of showing off my dick to the cute new vet.

The cute new vet, who was an omega.

An omegain heat.

“What the fuck,” Wyatt spat, eyes wide and round.

At the same time, Cal cried, “What the hell, Cam!”

“I’m sorry!” I barked. “I couldn’t help it!” I turned to Wyatt. “You—”

“What the fuck did I just see?” the vet demanded. “There was a coyote here—an injured coyote—and now you’re …” He gestured to me. Then he screwed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Oh my God, are youwerewolves?”

“We’re not wolves,” I pointed out helpfully.

“It’s not a full moon,” Cal offered.

Wyatt shook his head again. “How—what—how?” he stammered, hands coming up to rub at his temples. “Were-coyotes, you’re human, but you’renot? But you change shapes, but you—”

He drew a sharp breath. “Am I dreaming? Am I hallucinating?”

“No,” Cal said, remarkably calm given the situation. I suspected I’d feel the full weight of his wrath later, for revealing our secret to a human outsider. But, for now, he realized the best thing to do was keep calm and carry on. Us freaking out was only going to make Wyatt’s meltdown harder to manage.

Wyatt turned wide eyes on my brother. “Have I gone crazy?” he asked, his voice falling to a whisper.

“Also no,” Cal said helpfully. He shot a look at me. “Cam, go get some pants on, so we can talk about this in a civilized way.”

Grumbling, I tugged the blanket around my waist and got to my feet.

“Civilized,” Wyatt huffed, almost like a laugh.

Cal gave him a look. “Why don’t you come sit down, and I’ll get you something to drink, Wyatt? It’ll help calm the nerves.”

“Sure,” Wyatt huff-laughed again, then followed Cal to the kitchen. I watched them go, then headed upstairs to get pants.

I didn’t know how Cal hadn’t noticed Wyatt’s scent. Or maybe he had, and he just wasn’t commenting on it? I felt myself bristle at the thought—Cal was acting real calm, but there was no way in hell he hadn’t noticed there was an omega in heat standing in our house. And that was why he’d sent me upstairs to get pants. Because while I was out of the room, Cal was going to woo Wyatt, claim him, and—

I nearly broke my neck rushing down the stairs. My bum arm jarred and complained with every step, and it was harder to balance without it, which meant I slammed into the wall as I took the corner into the back hall too tight.

I burst into the kitchen, bellowing, “Keep your paws off him, Cal!”