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This must be the post-nut after glow all the mated ones talked about.

After several minutes panting and regaining my strength, I heard the door to the RV opening. I took my paw and shoved her underwear under the trailer.

“Hey there,” she muttered, still flushed from her self-fucking. “Sorry, I got you all clean and left. Now that you are clean and less infected, you want to come inside tonight?”

She gave a small smile and waved me forward. She was wearing a robe and her RV smelled like her.

Of course I’m coming in. I jumped up, and I felt my joints crack. I stretched them and my mate made a face of pain. “Maybe I need to get you some joint meds for senior dogs.”

I jerk my head toward her.

The fuck?

I just shifted twice in twenty minutes and nutted all over the side of your RV, I’m going to be damn tired.

“Come on, I’ve got steak.” She waved me in with a smile.

I huffed, trotted up to her and hopped into her home. At least I was here, invited this time, and with this simple invitation I’ll make sure I’m here every time she is.

Chapter Twelve

Emm

“She slept in this morning,” Luis whispered into the phone. “Abuela took me to school.”

I sighed and leaned on the table. I wasn’t going to call my family anymore during this mission but I couldn’t help it. I missed them and, having been around so many people being nice to me, well, I felt nostalgic. Call me selfish, I guess.

My wolf was happily eating the chopped-up, raw steak, on the floor beside me, off my nicest plate. Which I got from a thrift store ten years ago. He was eating like a king.

“I heard that! Emmie doesn’t need to know my business, now give me the phone!” Elena’s English was thick with her Spanish accent, and I couldn’t help almost spitting out one of my microwave meals.

Luis screamed happily and ran off, and Elena picked up the phone and huffed. “I stayed up late last night editing a blogger’s article. Of course I slept in. It wasn’t because of the pain.”

I rolled my lips, biting back any sort of retort. She needed sleep, at least eight hours, or she would feel the pain again. “I said nothing. Luis just worries about you, as any child would about their mother.”

Elena sighed into the phone, her frustration evident in the way her breath trembled. “I don’t want him to worry, but Abuela always has to bring it up. She keeps making these tonics, shoving them down my throat. I’m scared of what’s in them, Emmie,” she whispered harshly into the phone. “What if she put some of her ‘shrooms in there? I can’t be hallucinating right now.”

I snorted and took another bite of the overly-cooked meatloaf. “She’s just trying to help. Is she playing with her rocks again?”

“Crystals!” I heard my abuela yell from the background. “They are crystals and they have healing properties and they can pull destructive energy from one’s body!”

I could hear her chanclas hitting the bottom of her heel from here and I winced. I remember too many times where she smacked me in the back of the head as a child, when I did or said something wrong.

“Ey, don’t hit me!” Elena shouted. I could almost see Elena putting her arms up in surrender, but Abuela laughed.

“I won’t, but you stop talking about my rocks—I mean crystals. They are keeping us safe in this godsforsaken place. Why do you think we have never been ransacked by any of those Venezuelans? Why do you think no one has ever beaten-up Luis? The magic!”

I put down my fork and stared into the phone.

“Are you practicing voodoo, again?” I snapped. “You said you would stop that nonsense when you left Mexico.”

“She’s done it the entire time we have been here! Ouchie!”Smack, smack.I can hear the chanchlas hit my sister a few more times.

Better her than me.

“I told you not to worry her! Now, go rest before I hit you again!”

Elena swore under her breath, and the chair made a long noise, scooting back. “You will get yours, you old bat,” I heard Elena say in the distance. Suddenly, she screamed out. “The hell! How is your aim so good?”