" Renier needs you to act like a mate. Just because you're a warrior dosen't mean you can't be entricing." The sharpness of her tone cut me.

" Cal's right, Mom." My brother's voice piped in. " Ren dosen't want a cheerleader. his already dated them all for the last four years. He's probably borded as hell. At least big sis will keep him on his toes." I turned to see Ansel leaning against the door frame. His eyes swept over the room.

" Whoa, Hurrican Naomi strikes, leaving no survivors." 

" Ansel," my mother snapped, hands on her hips. " Please give your sister and me some privacy."

" Sorry, Mom." Ansel continued to grin. " But Barret and sasha are downstairs waiting for you to go with them on night patrol." Her eyes fluttered in surprise. " Is it that late already?" Ansel shrugged. When she turned away, he winked at me. I covered my mouth to hide my smile.

She sighed. " Calla, I'm seriouse about this. I put some new clothes in your closet and I expect you to start wearing them." I opened my mouth to object, but she cut me off.

" New clothes starting tomorrow or I'll get fid of all your T-shirts and ripped jeans. End of desucussion." 

She rose and swept from the room, her skirt swirling around her calves as she moved. When I heard her steps on the staircase, I groaned and flipped over on the bed. The mound of T-shirts offered a convenient place to bury my head. I was tempted to shift into wolf form and rip the bed apart. But that would get my grounded for sure. Plus I like my bed, and at the moment it was one of the few things that my mother wasn't threating to toss out.