Zayden’s gaze held Killian’s for a moment longer, then dropped to a safer place—nose, mouth, shoulders. He’d known Killian’s secret ever since he’d accidentally walked in on him on a full moon night—Change Night, some called it—to find Killian halfway into the lupine state, and had been involved in all sorts of crazy since then, but these past three days made some past events seem downright normal. Being claimed by an alpha werewolf, the complexities of his relationship with said ’wolf, and the stress of being on tour coupled with the full moon . . . This was definitely one of the strangest tours he’d ever been on.

“I don’t suppose you want to tell me exactly what you were doing before we were interrupted,” he mumbled.

“It’s fairly obvious, don’t you think?”

Yes, it was, but he wanted to hear Killian say it. Not that Zayden would ever admit it, just like he wouldn’t admit that he’d liked what the ’wolf had been doing to him—and he wanted more. He was pretty sure Killian knew that, that the lupine had been able to smell it on him. If Jordan and Eric hadn’t walked in when they did, what would have happened? Zayden knew it wasn’t entirely one-sided: Killian had admitted that his ’wolf wanted him, and Zayden had guessed that, for some reason or another, he was the only one who could help the singer when the beast inside was fully in control. He’d felt Killian’s tense muscles relax under his touch (and quiver, too). The bass player was also sure that Killian had been able to smell his rising desire, and Zayden didn’t quite know what to make of that anyway. Still, he couldn’t stop picturing the scene back in the restroom: Killian up against him, tasting him . . . claiming him in the way his ’wolf wanted . . .

“It’s not just my ’wolf,” Killian said suddenly.

What the fu—

“I can read your mind. There’s an empathy link, remember?”

“Can you turn it off?”

The singer flashed him a wicked smile. “Only if I want to.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

Wonderful, Zayden thought sarcastically.

“You never answered my question,” Killian said after a slight pause.

“Because I want to hear you say it.” So much for not admitting that out loud.

“Say what?”

Zayden, frustrated, raked a hand through his hair. “You know bloody well what,” he snapped. “You’re the one who had me up against the wall, teasing me—wanting—”

“Okay, you’re right,” Killian interrupted, the hint of a growl in his voice. “And so was I. It’s not just my ’wolf who wants you, Zayden.” He sighed, shook his head. “I... you've made me realize that I'm bisexual. With werewolves, our inner wolf chooses our mates. And, well, it looks like my ’wolf chose you.”

“Damn.” Zayden’s eyes flew to Killian’s, then glanced away just as quickly.

“Hey, do you two want to move?” said Eric from the bathroom doorway. “You’re blocking the hallway.”

Both Killian and Zayden jumped, startled, and moved out of their fellow rocker’s way, then headed back to the dressing room.

When the werewolf and his bandmate were out of sight, Eric turned to Jordan. “So, do you think there’s something between them, or is that just me?”

“It’s not just you,” Jordan said with a smile, his fingers playing with Eric’s long dark hair. “I see it too—we even walked in on them, Reynolds.”

“What were they doing, exactly?” Eric mused. “Certainly not what you do to me or what Daniel does to Diego when you share that stolen energy after a gig.”

“Not exactly,” Jordan said. “I don’t know much about werewolves—”

Eric scoffed. “Does anyone?”

“—but it’s fairly obvious he’s made Zayden part of his pack.”

“Meaning what?”

“What do you know about wolves?”

“Not much. I know there’s a strong pack mentality, but that’s about it.”

“And you’ve hit the nail on the head,” Jordan commented, starting to walk down the hall to his band’s own dressing room. His best friend scurried after him. “Killian’s lupine, so he has that pack mentality, and he’s an alpha on top of that—a pack leader.”

“How do you—?” Eric began, then stopped. “Oh, yeah, that whole feeding-on-energy thing. For someone who doesn’t know a whole lot about werewolves, you sure know a lot.”

“I read, believe it or not. Anyway, he probably views me and Daniel as a threat to his pack.”

“Pack?”

“His band. Rogue.”

“Oh. You think he had anything to do with their first guitarist leaving?” Eric was remembering how Jordan had had Alex leave Inkubus: staring into the bassist’s eyes, tearing out a piece of his soul, implanting a false memory.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Jordan said.

An evil smile slowly crawled across Eric’s face. He threw back his head and cackled, wringing his hands together, while Jordan looked at him like he was nuts. “What was that?”

“So much ammunition,” Eric said gleefully. “Aahoo! Werewolves of London. Aahoo! Aahoo! Werewolves of London. Aahoo!”

“He’s from Kilkenny, actually,” Jordan said with a smirk. “In Ireland.”

“Ah, so you see my point.”

“Yeah. Now shut up before Killian hears you. Do you really want an angry werewolf out for your blood?”

“No.”

“Now you see my point. C’mon, let’s see if Diego and Daniel are around anywhere.”