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This time I grin. “I think I like you, Wolf.”

He grins back. “That mean you’re good with us spending the night?”

I lift a shoulder. “It is not my castle.”

“Whose castle is it?”

“Mine!” Uncle steps up beside me, holding his hand out to Orion. “Well, mine and my mate’s, but we’d be happy to have you.” They grip forearms. “It’s been a long time since I’ve hung out with wolves.”

“Let’s change that.” Orion steps back and lets out a short whistle.

And my uncle grins like a fool as shifters fill his home.

Chapter 125

Nix

Uncle Frio lets out what can only be called a shriek.

Volik sighs from beside me. “What now?”

The great room is filled with shifters, both men and women, who are sprawled on furniture and the floor. Stomachs full of food that the old druid—Barth’s grandmother—managed to portal in, filling the table so full I’m surprised it didn’t collapse.

It’s nice having so many here.

And I finally got to meet the Alpha of Henry’s pack. Who happens to be incredibly handsome, in a slightly scary way.

“I found the videos.” Uncle holds a phone over his head as he walks through the bodies lounging on the floor. “Gather round, children.”

Orion drops onto the couch on the other side of Volik. “He’s kind of goofy, isn’t he?”

I grin. Because Uncle Frio is kind of goofy.

“Bridget, where’s the remote?” he shouts, then jerks back when he realizes she’s standing beside him.

“Da.” Volik finally replies to Orion’s question.

While Uncle Frio sets up the projector, I reach my hand up and touch the side of my horn.

I still can’t believe it.

After meeting everyone, I was too tired to do much more than listen to the conversations around me.

Barth finally relaxed, no longer fangirling, and he brainstormed with Dread about which druid could have been helping Morell with the portals.

Volik and Orion discussed the press conference that will be held when we return. They decided that since Henry is the only one who was seen shifting, he’ll be the one to stand beside Volik, allowing the rest to keep their anonymity as long as possible.

And Aunt Bridget spent some time on the phone with an old friend who works for the French Ministry of Culture. And although horrified by the damage to the Palace, they’re going to take this opportunity to do some updates during the restoration.

With Volik’s money.

I voiced my opinion that Morell should be responsible for the bill.

Volik pointed out that he’s dead. And for immediate purposes, so are his allies.

Uncle hits a button, and a projector turns on, lighting up the blank wall in front of us.

“Showtime!” He points to a shifter near the switch on the wall. “Lights.”