Flashing lights caught my eye as I looked toward a row of flats. “What’s going on there?”

Ian spared a quick glance where I pointed. “Ehm. That’s the garda. Or police to you Americans. They’ve been out in force the past few days. There was some heist at one of the museums. Humans are off their rockers about it.”

“What was taken?” Donovan asked.

Ian scoffed. “Not much to talk about. Celtic trinkets or some such things. A few pictures were in the paper, but nothing looked to be worth much. Just nostalgia mostly. I believe it’s the principle rather than the monetary worth bothering them. The humans are knocking door to door. Odd business.”

That did seem odd. Maybe their museum security wasn’t great, but didn’t they have any suspects to narrow down their search? “Looks like you Irish need to up your detective skills.”

“What on it? You gonna join the garda and help ’em out?”

I laughed. “Why not? Sounds like fun.”

Ian and I went a few rounds, ending up laughing. After a while, the chatter died down, and my eyes grew heavy. Jet lag was catching up to me.

Go ahead. Sleep.

How long is the drive?

Over an hour.

Oh yeah. A nap was definitely in order. Wake me up before we get there? I was going to need a clear head.

Of course. Dream of me, he said as I started to drift off.

Always. These days Donovan was a constant in my mind, even in sleep. I didn’t mind it one bit.

Chapter Nine

The gates to the Irish pack’s stronghold held a white crest with two black wolves howling back to back and a golden sword running between them. The gravel road was narrow but even, and greenery brushed against the sides of the car. The route curved, sometimes sharply, to hide the stronghold from the main road. If unexpected visitors got past the front gate, the pack would have plenty of time to prepare for them. As we went farther onto pack land, the forest opened up.

Whoever tended the castle grounds did an amazing job. The manicured grass was the most vibrant emerald color I’d ever seen. I undid my seat belt and leaned forward, scooting to peek between the front seats. The castle was huge. If it were in America, it would take up five city blocks, easy. Windows cut through the gray stone, and turrets and towers rose up into the sky. The tallest one held two flags—an Irish flag and one bearing the same crest that was on the front gates.

“It’s massive.”

“Just what every man loves to hear,” Ian said.

I shoved his shoulder, and the car jerked to the side for a second. “But really. It’s not all original, is it?”

“No,” Donovan said. “I’ve added on to it over time as the pack grew. I like to have double the rooms that are needed. That way there’s more than enough places to go when we’re not getting along, and enough room for the pack to grow—although it hasn’t in some time—with plenty of space left for guests. Being on the Council means I have visitors often, so we’re set up for that with a full staff.”