Page 58 of Fox on the Run
"You don't know that. They could be out there thinking about how delicious our wolf essence smells floating through the water." Zayn crawled over me and grabbed one of the drinks on the table. "Hi, beautiful."
I sighed as he kissed me and gently nipped at my lower lip. "You and Sully were up early this morning."
Sullivan took his drink and sat on the sand between the two loungers. "Ten o'clock isn't early. I needed to call and check in on my brother."
My heart sped up a bit. Apollo had finally woken from his stasis a week ago and had gone straight to Maine like he said he would. Of course, Jonah was stubborn and hadn't called to tell Sullivan he'd had a visitor until after it had happened.
"How is he?" I was almost scared to ask. It wasn't like he could suddenly run or shift.
"He has full movement back." Sullivan teared up and Kingston put a hand on his shoulder. "He's going to start physical therapy in a few days. He thinks he feels his wolf stirring inside him too, but since he's never shifted before, he said he wasn'tsure if it was the burrito he ate last night for dinner."
I snorted back a laugh, my own tears blurring my vision. "That's such great news."
"It's because of you." Sullivan grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "And to think I almost let my wolf rip you to shreds and eat you."
"It hasn't stopped you from eating her in a different way." Zayn wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and held up his pineapple. "Let's toast."
"To what? Wren's tasty cake?" Sullivan grunted, Kingston flicking his ear. "Are you saying it's not tasty, your highness?"
Some weird look passed between the three of them and I sat up, pushing my glasses on top of my head. "What was that look for?"
"What look? There wasn't a look." Zayn still had his pineapple raised, and a bit sloshed out onto his hand. "Oh, damn it."
"We have something we want to ask you." Kingston scooted to the edge of his lounger, his hand digging into his pocket.
I set my pineapple down on the table before clasping my hands in my lap. He pulled out a black ring box and my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
How was this going to work? He couldn't just ask me to marry him. What about Zayn and Sullivan?
Zayn took my hand. "Wrenny. We know this relationship of ours isn't traditional in any way, but we want you to have anything and everything you could ever want."
A tear dripped down my cheek and he kissed it away before moving down to the sand to get on one knee along with Sullivan and Kingston.
I was trembling with a hundred different emotions and the tears kept coming. Was I supposed to stand? How was I going to be able to marry all of them? Hell, we could just do it unofficially.
Kingston opened the box to reveal the most perfect, beautiful ring with three small stones across the band. "You took three lost men and gave us someone to love and fight for. Marry us?"
"Yes!" It was the only thing I could manage to say through my tears.
I held out my shaky hand, and Sullivan slid the ring on my finger. "We love you, Wren Carter."
And I loved my wolves more than I ever thought I could.
