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weird, did you feel that?” He was not sure what was going on.
    “Yeah, I wonder what it means. Does your aerie, I’m sorry, I mean pack, have a Seer?”
    “Not an official Seer, we have Blaine and his mates, Dalton and Kira. We can ask them to touch us and ask if they see something later.”
    Trace nodded to show he understood. “Well, I can pull my truck around and tow you where you need to go. I’m going to pay for the repairs anyway,” Trace said. “It was my fault after all.”
    Shane nodded casually and then looked at the dogs that ran back to their master. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the shifter as if to say ‘really?’
    Trace chuckled and said, “Hey, they make good companions. Besides, I’m not really a cat person if you know what I mean.”
    Shane laughed at the joke, turned to the men standing at the gate, and waved.
    “Yeah, and you named them Lois and Clark? What are they, super dogs?”
    “I was going to get two males and call them after the explorers Lewis and Clark. But when I got to the breeders, these were the last two pups.” Trace laughed along with him.
    The enforcers at the gate were a little suspicious of the stranger and didn’t know if they should intervene or not. They figured that Shane would ask for help if he needed it. But Shane knew how they thought; they would not back away until he gave them the okay.
    The tallest of the guards nodded and then turned back to the gate and walked back inside, while the other waited and watched.
    Shane should not have been surprised the man who waited was his friend Trip, he was in charge of gate security today and there was no way he would let the Alphas down.
    Shane went to his friend to make sure that everything was good. As the two men talked, the tall cowboy in pressed worn jeans, snakeskin boots, western shirt, and a gray Resistol sauntered over, whistled to his dogs, and got back into his truck. He made a u-turn and then pulled his truck in front of Shane’s car, got out and began hooking it up to his tow rig.
    “You good?” Trip asked and Shane looked at the guy who had just hit him and nodded.
    “Yeah, do me a favor though, call Quin and let him know that there’ll be a visitor later. I have to check some things out and get the truck dropped off then I’ll be back.” Trip frowned and nodded. “Something we need to be worried about?”
    “Nah, I think we’ll have something to celebrate if I’m right,” Shane said and left his friend at the gate and walked slowly to where the stranger stood. Shane was about the same height as the man. He had slightly longer hair though, and it shined from being in the sun so much. He loved the outdoors and preferred to be in the open, his eagle liked to know what was going on around him. His round face with deep dimples was more often referred to as cute rather than handsome. His eyes were very different and showed off his shifter side, his mother said. They were dark brown, almost black, and encircled by a thick gold rim, they were his best feature. Of course, she probably said that because his dad had the same eyes. It was freaking him out a little that he was worried about his appearance because he was in the man’s presence. Shane wore his normal well worn jeans that had holes in them, his colorful t-shirt which was one of his favorites; it had a wave and surfer on the front. Plus his standard Birkenstocks that the guys teased him about all the time.
    “I’ll lift the front end up an inch or so, just enough so the wheels won’t need to turn and the back won’t drag,” the stranger said and then stopped and looked at his feet. “Uh, you should probably stand back; I would hate to accidently drop it on your feet.”
    “You seem to be a pro at this,” Shane commented to the tall cowboy in front of him and laughed at the man’s confusion. “I hate shoes; in fact, if I could, I would go without them. Makes it so much easier to shift.”
    Trace laughed and nodded as if it made