Pete sat on the hotel bed and tried to watch Patrick surreptitiously to see if Patrick was maybe surreptitiously watching him back. But he really, really wasn't. Pete knew he looked good – he'd made sure of that in the bathroom mirror before coming out into the room. The white hotel towel made his skin look even darker and his tattoos looked awesome against it all. He was clean and slightly – sexily – wet from the shower. His hair was pushed back (but messily rumpled too) and he smelled amazing. Patrick was straight in the most annoying way.

When Spencer is born, he gets his dad’s blue eyes, his mom’s auburn hair and his great, great, great grandparents’ lycanthropy. A story about Spencer's life growing up as a werewolf, meeting his mate and being confused as to why one of his band mates smells so fucking good all the time.