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

straight into the melee, forcing myself

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

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

her!”

and clean this place up. And then you can explain to them why two fully grown adults – who were lecturing them about using their words not two weeks ago, I

nodding toward my thigh and reaching for my head “how hard did you hit your

either of you right now.” growl, pushing

dark heads are poking around the edge of the door frame; four sets of

he’s been dragged through a meat grinder – both completely naked and hovering over my own, nude, bleeding

I’m hurt.” I whisper, looking around for anything

jumping up to run get a bathrobe. A few moments later I’m covered up and having a resistance band tied around my leg like a tourniquet, and all four

okay, everyone’s okay.” I murmur, kissing each of their sweet-smelling heads. “Mommy’s sorry the big grumpy wolves tore down the house, but everything’s alright now.” Ethan has been hovering close, clearly overwrought by the sounds of the pups’ tears. Eric on the other hand tries to go about his task

look for Ethan with a hiccup and a pitiful

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

starts to go numb, “I think every body could

go down, they’re all so up set that they don’t want to let us out of their sight. Still, they’re also exhausted from all the excitement. When they’re finally conked out and breathing the deep, even pattern of sleep, I

demand hotly, standing in front of them with

so sorry.” Eric professes, looking

my palm, cutting him off, “What happened to

of hand, I – I wasn’t thinking.”

| ask you, how is this —”. throwing my hands out on either side of me, I gesticulate to our ravaged

He remarks, stalking towards me. “But while we’re on the topic,