Whispers at Moonrise

made them rogue, but not all unregistered supernaturals were bad, either. Della didn’t consider Chan evil. And Kylie chose to believe her grandfather and great-aunt weren’t bad. “Are all gangs bad?”
    Her question seemed to give him pause. “Not necessarily, but even the gangs that aren’t completely unethical are generally into something illegal.”
    “Drugs?” Kylie asked.
    “And other stuff.”
    Kylie remembered how badly she’d felt for Lucas when she’d seen him looking so defensive facing his own father. She remembered he’d stood up for her against his own family. Her heart hurt for Lucas. “If your half sister is anything like her half brother, she’ll do the right thing.” She stepped up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
    It was late. It was dark. But the moment seemed so right. What was meant as a quick kiss lingered and became more. Much more. He deepened the kiss and she leaned into him. She felt his body come closer to hers, hard in all the places she was soft.
    She heard the purring sound that a were made when he was close to a potential mate. She became almost hypnotized—lured by the sound, tempted and enticed by all that could follow.
    He tasted so good, felt so good. She wanted more. She wanted to feel more. To taste more. To experience more.
    Then the magic ended when he pulled away. He brushed his hand over her cheek and while his blue eyes held the heat of passion, she could tell his mind was chewing on something else. “I’m sorry that my dad scared you.”
    She fought the desire to tell him to just start kissing her again. “It’s okay,” she said, and tried not to sound disappointed.
    “No, it’s not.” He caught her hand and moved to the porch.
    “He stated right away that he wasn’t there to cause harm,” she said, wanting to soothe Lucas. Wanting to make this easier.
    “And you should never believe him,” he said.
    A whisper of fear settled in her chest. They lowered themselves down on the porch so they could lean against the cabin.
    He brushed his thumb over her lips. “I don’t want my father anywhere around you.”
    She looked into Lucas’s serious gaze. “He hurt you?” The need to protect him made her blood run faster.
    “Not me. I’m his son. But he considers anyone else fair game.”
    “If he’s that bad, why do you go there? Why have anything to do with him?”
    “For Clara, mostly. But then … I need him right now.”
    “Why?”
    “His approval will go a long way to help me get into the were council.”
    The council he couldn’t get on if he married her. The thought shot a wave of apprehension through her and she remembered what Della had said about things not working out between them because of his family and his pack. She pushed that thought out of the way and tried to understand. “But if that’s who they look to for approval, then why would you want to be on that council?”
    He closed his eyes for a second as if explaining was difficult. “If I make it on the council, then I can change things.”
    Kylie recalled his grandmother telling her that he wanted to change how the world viewed children raised by rogues.
    “But until then, I have to convince him that I see things his way.”
    “What things?”
    He shook his head slowly. “Things I don’t think you even need to know.”
    Kylie frowned, not liking being shut out of his world, even if she wasn’t sure she wanted to belong to it. She’d bet that Fredericka knew everything. “But I do need to know. I want to be a part of your life. I don’t want to be shut out.” I don’t want your pack or your family keeping us apart.
    His eyes tightened. “I’m not shutting you out. I just prefer that you know this Lucas.”
    She digested his words. “There can only be one Lucas.”
    “There is only one. One real one. But I have to play games with my father and the council. I have to convince him that I’m on his side.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
    “And I don’t expect you to.”
    She dropped her hand from his arm. “That’s not right. How would you like it if you thought I kept things from you?”
    A frown pulled at his lips. “You do keep things from me. Things about your ghosts.” His eyes brightened with frustration. “Things you talk to Derek about and not me. And you’re right, I don’t like it.”
    She considered his words and knew they were true. “I only keep things from you because you don’t want to know about them. They