Wyatt looked around at the bustling city street. People packed the sidewalks. Cars, busses, and trucks packed the roads. Noise and chaos surrounded him. Something he despised. Smog nearly choked each of his senses. His wolf hated the city just as much as he did. He felt like he should be looking for hidden cameras or something. Maybe Ethan had set up some elaborate scheme, or he was going to punk him. None of it seemed right—or normal.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?”

“One hundred percent certain. This is the address the website listed for the Paranormal Dating Agency.”

Ugh. When Ethan had first told him the woman’s name he’d been thrilled, hoping this mysterious woman could help him find his dream mate. The more he thought about it though—the more insane the whole damn thing sounded. How could anyone have known about his dreams? And what the fuck is the Paranormal Dating Agency?

“Let’s get this over with then,” Wyatt huffed, and headed into the building, wanting to punch the smirk off his brother’s face.

They rode the elevator in complete and total silence. Wyatt didn’t trust himself to not freak out on his brother for dragging him into the city to investigate what was sure to be complete and utter bullshit. It had to be some sort of hoax.

A coincidence. Right?

“Are you going to knock or just stand there?” Ethan asked.

“You should knock,” Wyatt countered.

“Why me? You’re the one having the dreams.”

“You’re the one who ran into her.”

They stood motionless in front of the door, whispering about who should be the one to knock when the door suddenly flung open.

“Ah, you must be Ethan and Wyatt Lockhart. I’m Gerri Wilder.”

Wyatt’s jaw nearly hit the ground when the older woman with a pixie haircut and bright blue eyes opened the door.

“Well, are you boys going to come in or do you want to keep measuring your dicks in the hallway?” Gerri stepped aside and motioned for them to enter.

“Sorry, I’m Wyatt. This is my brother, Ethan. You ran into him yesterday.”

“I remember.” Gerri led them into the living room. “Why don’t you have a seat, and you can tell me exactly how I can help the two of you.”

“I don’t need any help. I’m just here for moral support,” Ethan stated.

“Uh huh. Sure you are.” Gerri rolled her eyes. “If that’s the case, let’s start with you.” She nodded to Wyatt.

Was this lady for real? The question sat perched on the tip of his tongue, but his mother had taught him better than to be rude to a woman. Especially when he was a guest in her home.

“I’m not sure where to start. My brother said you ran into him with a warning or message. Something about dreams being more real than life?”

Gerri’s response was automatic. “Well, they are, dear. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Her response gave nothing away. No telling smile that perhaps she knew what was going on with him.

Wyatt didn’t have time for games with a woman he didn’t know. It was clear to him that she was as nutty as his brother had thought her to be.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time. I guess I came here looking for—”

“For the other half of your soul? Your missing piece? Your fated mate who will complete you?”

Wyatt saw a little smile tug at the corners of her mouth.

“Something like that.” Wyatt stood to leave.

“You’re right. You won’t find what you’re looking for here,” Gerri replied.

Wyatt tried to keep the look of disappointment off his face, but failed.

“But you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for a few hours from here.”

What kind of games was this lady playing? First, he wouldn’t find what he was looking for here? But drive a few hours and boom—he’d find his mate?

Gerri continued, “You’ll both find what you’re looking for at the Twisted Tail Pack.”

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed as he searched for any evidence of deception in her words, but he found none. Neither did his wolf.

Ethan turned to face Gerri. “What do you mean? What we are both looking for?”

This time, Gerri smiled. “You’re a smart boy. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

With that, she ushered them out of her apartment, spouting on about being needed elsewhere.

 

***

 

 

Wyatt and Ethan stood on the busy sidewalk once more, trying not to get run over by men and women in business suits as they scurried off to wherever they were headed. He didn’t know what to make of Gerri or her cryptic words. Both he and Ethan were completely dumbfounded by their meeting with Gerri.

He had no idea what to expect going into the situation, and even less as far as expectations went after speaking with her.

“What the hell was that all about?” Ethan asked.

“I have absolutely no idea, but I do know that my wolf is ready to hop in the truck and find this Twisted Tail Pack. Wherever the hell they may be.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

It didn’t take them long to get back to their shared house. Wyatt wasted no time in throwing a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts into a duffle bag before hounding Ethan to hurry the fuck up.

What Gerri had given him was a small thread of hope that he might be able to find his mate after dreaming about her for months. He was the first to admit—it was a long shot, but he’d take it in a heartbeat if it meant finally ending the dreams by claiming his mate.

Ethan, on the other hand, had been less optimistic. Which was a point of concern for Wyatt. He knew how much Ethan had wanted to find his mate. Gerri’s statement had led him to believe they would both find their mates at Twisted Tail. So why didn’t Ethan seem just as excited about the prospect of finally finding the one the Fates decreed as his?