“So you’re pregnant,” Martha asking Maggie; “When did this happen and is Evan the father?”
“Of course I’m going to be the father,” Evan answering; “we’ve been planning this for the past few days now.”
“We were rutting all this morning,” Maggie smiling; “I timed it all so that our mutual swinging in the basement last Friday/ Saturday wouldn’t beat my hubby’s seed to the punch.”
After William and Martha saw their son off at the council building; the Anderson couple chose to make a surprise visit to the Lawson’s to see how Maggie was holding up. Surprised to see Evan also home and both in their fursona’s; Evan a werewolf, while Maggie was a were-panther/feline hybrid. William and Martha were quickly ushered into the kitchen for coffee; and box cookies while chatting.
“Well that kind of explains why you,” William chuckling; “declined the fun we were planning a few days ago.”
“Dawn and Douglas Hale,” Martha sipping her coffee; “members of the den we belong to had a fun time with us.”
“Oh so you found new swing partners then,” Evan munching on a cookie; “left us for some fresh candy have you?”
“If you had of joined us,” William grinning; “you could have had some of that fresh were-fox candy as well.”
Maggie smiling as she absently rubs her belly; “I don’t need candy. I got me some of Evan's cream cooling my heat in me.”
“You considering another child,” Evan smiling; “plans to put a kit in Martha’s belly?”
“If we do decide to have a kit,” William smiling; “it will be well after Nate and Eric have possibly started families of their own.”
“But that doesn’t mean,” Martha answering; “that we aren’t going to avoid hitting places like the were-club up again.”
******
Standing in front of the Anderson household; Nate’s secret admirer was trying to summon the courage to knock on his front door and get Nate to bury his werewolf top knot in her werewolf snatch. Just as she was about to walk towards her dream stud; her phone rings. Cursing as she sees the caller I.D as her uncle, she mutters; “now what could this be about?”
“Zylina,” the man on the phone shouting; “where are you? Why aren’t you home?”
“I’m on my way Uncle,” Zylina answering; “only a few streets away.”
“Well hurry up,” her Uncle speaking; “your father is on his way back transporting Julie Stovall. We just captured her and an accomplice in Seattle.”
“Are they planning a pack hunt Uncle,” Zylina asking; “can I join in this time?”
“No. Your still a pup,” Zylina’s uncle answering; “as the Alpha of the Luna brotherhood; I command you to come straight home, right now.”
Zylina knew better than to argue when her uncle dropped the Alpha word. Hanging up; she starts to head on home. Watching a car drive by; Zylina was unaware that Jean Talbot was being dropped off by her were-lion father at the Anderson household.
*****
As Nate opened to door; he was nearly tackled as Jean rushes in and jumped him. Quickly closing the door as she started shucking off her clothes and assuming her were-lioness fursona. Kissing Nate as she tries to free his member from the confines of his clothes, “Oh god, I need you so bad;” Jean wrestling the surprised werewolf.
“I take it the council business is done for the day,” Nate removing his clothes and assuming his black furred werewolf fursona.
“Not only that,” Jean running her paws all over Nate’s fur; “Julie has been caught; the were-alert will soon be called off.”
“That’s good news,” Nate sensing Jean guiding his lupine member to her nether lips; “but shall we take this to a more ideal location. I’m not sure when my parents will be home.”
“To your room then,” Jean purrs; “I don’t care if your parents or the whole town hears us rut.”
Nate growls in joy; as the were-lioness makes him chase her up to his room.
******
“I take it Spencer and Eric are with Frieda right now,” Evan helping his wife clear the table of empty coffee mugs and a plate of cookie crumbs.
“Yes,” William sighs; “they are at the Knight Estate and will be there overnight.”
“You know,” Maggie speaking up; “we met the Knights last night at Grrrrrrr. They weren’t all that bad. Amanda clearly wanted her husband in her, but of course I was itching to have Evan in me as well.”
“Benton never attacked your child in a fit of unprovoked rage,” William responds; “nice or not, I’m never going to let what Benton did to my son slide.”
“Didn’t he make peace with you at Tachibana’s,” Evan asking.
“He did,” William answering; “but-“
“Then let it go,” Evan interrupting; “and in the mean time you want to stay for dinner?”
“That would be nice,” Martha answering; “but I think we should head home. Nate is alone and with the were-alert-"
“Nate just texted me Martha,” William interrupting while looking at his phone; “Jean Talbot is over here. Also Julie Stovall was just captured in Seattle and the were-alert is expected to be called off soon.”
“You know what that means,” Evan smiling.
“Yeah,” William lightly chuckling; "my oldest son is most likely knotted with a were-lioness right now.”
“Not that,” Maggie laughing; “we can all go out for a run later in the evening, because know you have to stay over for dinner.”
“I’ll get the steaks in the fridge then,” Evan answering; “maybe afterwards, a post run rabbit snack before retiring for the evening.”