[ Werewolves are extremely simple-minded, I'm sorry to say. Instincts can be fooled pretty easy when it comes to smells, and the three of them smell like home and safe and mate and it's making Hank's head spin.

Elijah cocks a smirk. He's not looking to look like a bro, Gavin. He's totally fine with the swimmer bod. ]

I'll take you up on that. I'm going to need more long sleeves from now on.

[ If nobody's gonna talk about it, Eli will. ]

By the way, was it a good idea for me to drink your blood, with the whole mate business? Because while I doubt it'll make me want to sleep with your alpha, I know I felt him in your head when I spoke to you, so it's becoming somewhat disorienting to make sense of whose thoughts are whose.