“Again, not anyone’s business. But yes. Now, Kurt, get away from my door and don’t disturb my guest or I’m going to fry you whole,” Declan said. The hall lights flickered.

“You should probably move, Kurt. It seems he means it,” Dellwood said, looking up at the dimming and fluttering lights with a frown.

“But he shouldn’t have a girl in there,” Kurt protested.

Dellwood moved suddenly, the air of his passage moving Declan’s hair. Dellwood had the smaller werewolf up against the wall, one hand around the kid’s neck, Kurt’s sneakers hanging two feet off the ground.

“Kurt,” Dellwood said, deep voice deceptively mild. “When I tell you something, you don’t argue with me in front of others.” He shook the other male lightly, then dropped him to the ground.

“What’s going on?” a new, female voice asked.

All three turned to find Dellwood’s sister, Clary, with a guy that Declan didn’t know.

Kurt opened his mouth and sucked in a breath, then froze when Dellwood looked his way.

Declan sighed.

“A friend is staying in my room for daytime cover. Kurt was overly curious,” Declan said.

Clary sniffed the air twice. “Nika? Tanya’s almost sister?” she asked mildly. The kid next to her gave her a sharp look at the names.

Declan just nodded.

“Kurt, if you’re gonna sniff everything out, you gotta learn to keep it to yourself. Declan will fry you if you bother his guests,” Clary said. The boy with her now turned huge eyes on Declan.

“Who’s your friend, Clary?” Declan asked, uncomfortable with the intense staring.

“Oh, this is Keitan. He’s new,” she said.

“To Arcane? Or everything?” Declan asked.

“Everything. Keitan, this is Declan.”

The kid nodded hello but made no move to come any closer.

“Aww, you shouldn’t be worried about any witches,” Kurt said, noticing his caution. “Even old Declan,” he said, putting one hand on Declan’s shoulder and shoving playfully with werewolf strength. Declan went back against the wall with a thud, but not before a thick, blue spark snapped out and shocked Kurt right off his feet.

He lay there stunned until Dellwood reached one hand down and picked him up by the waist of his pants like a sack. “Making us look stupid, Kurt. I think we need to talk about things we’ve already talked about. Like representing the team.”

He carried the kid down the hall to the last room on the left, opened the door, and tossed the young werewolf through before following him inside.

Declan pulled himself away from the wall. “Welcome to Arcane, Keitan. It’s usually a nice place.”