The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 60 Jane Geslature

Jane

When I left the house, I hadn’t been too confident that it would still be standing when I got home, but to my relief the apartment building looks intact when the kids and I return from lunch. Unfortunately that was where the good news end ed. When the pups and I reached the top floor and the eleva tor doors dinged open, I instantly heard the sounds of snarls and smashing glass.

“Kids, stay here.” I caution, herding them out into the hall way. “Promise me, okay?”

“We pwomise.” Four little voices chime in unison.

Rushing to the front door, I barely step out of the way in time before two huge, furry bodies crash through the wooden panel. I yelp and jump back, struggling to make sense of what I’m seeing. The two wolves are a blur of movement almost too fast to make out, but I can see that Eric is injured. Blood seeps through his gray fur as Ethan’s jaws lock around his neck.

“Ethan don’t!” | shout, surprising both men. They look up as one, but while Ethan seemed to sober when he realized I was there, Eric saw an opening and lunged for the other wolf’s throat. My ex-husband jerked away just in time, growling fiercely and reentering the fray.

The wolves rolled back into the apartment like a pair of bulls in a China shop, rebounding back and forth between the walls and furniture and destroying everything in their path. Stumbling in after them, I try to figure out some way to break up the fight. Seeing a single unbroken vase left on the table, snatch it up and pour the water over the writhing furballs, groaning in frustration when they don’t even blink.

“Mommy?” Whipping around, horror washes over me when I see Paisley standing in the doorway, already on the verge of tears.

I’m not the only one who heard her sweet voice. Again Ethan looks up, freezing in place even as Eric digs his razor sharp claws into his stomach. Running to Paisley, I scoop her up into my arms without bothering to watch what happens next in the fight. “Sweetie I told you to stay back!” | remind her, my voice harsher than I intended. The pup shimpers, and I immediately apologize. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad, you just scared me, little one. You have to stay here”

“But I’m scared.” She sniffles.

“I know baby.” | profess, stroking her soft here, “let your brothers and sister help you. They’re scared too.” The other pups nod and close in around Paisley, bundling together in a four way hug.

I was angry before, but now those two idiots had gone and endangered my pup. I didn’t intend to shift when I went back storming into the penthouse, but I blinked and suddenly

Charging inside, I jumped straight into

get a bite into my thigh before he realized it was me and not Ethan. I whine as his teeth sink into my flesh, jolting backwards and accidentally smacking my head into the floor. The next thing! know both men are hovering over me in human form, their worried faces blurring in and out of my vision. “Janey, baby, are you okay?”

with guilt, “I’m so sorry, Jane. I didn’t –

her!” Ethan

hiss. “My pups are right outside that door. You’re go ing to help me up, put some fucking clothes on and clean this

at that first, little wolf.” Ethan says sternly, nodding toward

be touched by either of

are poking around the edge of the door frame; four

glistening with sweat and breathing heavily, already sporting a black eye and a few good gashes, while the latter looks as if he’s been dragged through a meat grinder – both completely naked and hovering over my

whisper, looking around for anything to hide the damage from

up and having a resistance band tied around my

overwrought by the sounds of the pups’ tears. Eric on the other hand tries to go

to look for Ethan with a hiccup and a pitiful cry for her Daddy.

second thought, snuggling her against his chest and rocking her back

leg starts to go numb, “I think every body

easy to get the pups to go down, they’re all so up set that they don’t want to let us out of their sight. Still, they’re also

hotly, standing in front of

sorry.” Eric

my palm, cutting him off, “What happened to

out of hand, I – I wasn’t thinking.”

was the best way to welcome us to it? | ask you, how is this —”. throwing my hands out

that’s not what I planned.” He remarks, stalking towards me. “But while we’re on the topic, what were