those we trust to honor our faith."
Her heart warmed from the inside out. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me just yet. Wait till you meet the pack - they're a nosy bunch."
Nerves snapped to full wakefulness as Zach parked his vehicle behind several others and turned to run his knuckles over her cheek. "Don't be nervous."
"How do you know - "
"I can smell the change in your scent."
She was still sitting there, mind awash with the implications of what he'd said, when he walked around and opened her door. "Come on, Angel.
Let's go face the masses."
She got out but didn't take his hand.
"You can smell the changes in my body?" She watched him reach in back for the picnic basket.
"Yes." Basket in hand, he tugged her hand from where she'd wrapped her arms around herself. "Does that bother you?" A direct gaze.
She saw no flirtation in those eyes for the first time in hours. "A little," she admitted.
"You'll get used to it." He said that as if it was inevitable.
She wasn't sure. Privacy was a big deal for her - she'd spent almost a year in the hospital, only to go home to her mother's constant hovering. Those experiences had combined to make her zealous about guarding her personal space, and what was more personal, more private, than her body itself?
Zach glanced at her as they walked past the other cars. "It's natural to us," he said. "We don't tend to notice a particular scent unless it's something that matters."
"But other people will know," she said, her stomach in knots. She could accept her hunger for Zach, accept that he knew, but to have everyone else be aware of it, too?
Zach raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, the tenderness undoing her. He was, she realized, far more a threat to her than she'd initially thought. If she wasn't careful, Zach Quinn would steal her heart and leave her with nothing, her worst nightmare come to life. But even knowing that, she couldn't help moving closer when he tugged at her.
"Your arousal is a vibrant thread to me," he whispered, voice husky, "but for the others, it'll simply be background noise. They'll be focused on their mates, lovers, children - different threads.
There are millions of them in any one instant."
His explanation made sense, enough to release some of the tension in her stomach. However, she couldn't help but be a little wary as they entered the Circle. Then several people cried out hellos, and, to her shock, she realized that though they weren't all parents, she knew a good number of them from various school events. The friendliness washed over her in an effervescent wave.
"Miss Kildaire, you came!" Bryan skidded to a stop by her feet. "Did Uncle Zach show you the forest?"
Conscious of several interested adult gazes, she nodded. "What have you been up to?"
"I'm playing hide-and-seek with Priyanka." With that, he ran off. She was still smiling after him when she felt Zach's hand on her lower back.
"Come on, I want to introduce you to someone."
She walked with him, cognizant of the possessiveness implied by his touch.
A warning bell rang in her head, but she silenced it. His dominant nature wasn't going to be a problem - it wasn't as if she was his mate. He'd be gone as soon as he'd satisfied his curiosity about her.
"Where's the picnic basket?" she asked, trying to ignore the stab of pain provoked by that last thought. After all, she had no desire to tie herself to a man - even a man as enticing as Zach.
"I gave it to one of the juveniles," Zach answered with a smile so bright, she couldn't help but smile in return.
"Cory will stick it with the other food so everyone can grab what they want." He stopped beside an older woman with snow-white hair and a face that echoed his own so strongly, Annie knew they were related. Not only that, it was clear where Zach had inherited his sun-kissed skin and bones.
As he leaned forward to kiss the woman's cheek, she said, "Zach, my dear." Her eyes went to Annie, and they were as sharp as her body was toned.
Given the way she stood, her supple strength, Annie guessed her to be a soldier, too. It wasn't surprising - changelings didn't really slow down until well into their eighth or ninth decade. "And who have you brought me?"
"Grandma, this is Annie," Zach said, his love for his grandmother a shining light