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Opening the door, he gave a slow smile. “Welcome to chaos.” He tossed the stuffed animals into an overflowing bin by the wall.

Kane Kayrs shook rain from his hair. “Thanks. My neck is itching like you wouldn’t believe. How many snipers have their sights trained on me?” He shoved Janie Kayrs inside, using his body as a shield until he could shut the door. Then he relaxed, unconcern on his face.

“How many did you feel?” Someday Jordan would discover Kane’s true talents. Probably not today, though. He reached for Janie, enveloping the young woman in a hug.

“Three.”

Son of a bitch. “Yep. Three snipers.” Jordan released the little brunette. “It has been a pain, but we wanted to let the girls live at the ranch for a couple of months, aboveground. They need to see life up here. There are roving squads as well as camera feeds all along the perimeter.” He and Baye had discussed land mines, but they were just too risky. Plus, money was still incredibly tight. Good thing he had owned the ranch free and clear before war broke out.

Kane nodded. “Yeah, and after the last big battle, the Kurjans have backed off. At least for now.”

Jordan gestured toward the leather couch. The pretty pillows Katie had picked last year were strewn about the room. “Have a seat and tell me what you couldn’t say on the phone.”

The quiet was too good to last. Almost on cue, two whirlwinds ran into the room, blond hair flying. “Unk Kane!” they both shouted, leaping for the vampire.

He caught them easily, swinging both toddlers into the air for noisy kisses. Even as he moved, a sense of restrained gentleness cascaded from him, as if he was a little afraid of the boisterous bundles. “Well, if it isn’t Menace and Mayhem.”

Katie strode into the room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “You really have to stop calling them those names. They’ll stick.”

Jordan hid a smile. The nicknames fit, unfortunately. He winked at his mate, pleased when a pink flush wandered over her high cheekbones. The woman had tried to pin up her blond hair, but the tendrils escaped in wild disarray. In her faded jeans and old T-shirt, she was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

She gave him the look that told him to knock it off.

He winked again.

With an eye roll, she glided forward to hug Janie. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. Well, happy birthday last week.”

Janie smiled even white teeth. During the last two years, her face had narrowed, her cheekbones becoming more prominent, just like her mama’s. “Thanks for the bracelet you sent—I love silver.”

The twins abandoned Kane to get hugs and kisses from Janie. With a mischievous glance at each other, they leapt back for the vampire. For some reason, the stoic scientist was an absolute favorite with the imps.

Jordan chucked Janie on the chin. “How in the world did you escape Realm Headquarters?” Although the girl was eighteen, Talen kept her under wraps. Which made sense, considering the Kurjans had stepped up their plans to get ahold of her. It was dangerous for her to leave Oregon and showed incredible trust in Jordan and his people to keep the girl safe.

Janie chuckled. “I asked to visit you for my birthday present.” She grimaced. “Though we brought enough guards to start our own army. They’re around the perimeter with your guys.”

Jordan nodded. “Yeah. I know Noah was looking forward to arm wrestling Max again.”

“Dorks.” Janie grinned.

Kane cleared his throat, gracefully sitting on the sofa, a giggling blonde in each arm. “Samantha, Sidney, stop pulling my hair.”

The giggles deepened as the girls tugged on his ears. The vampire rolled his eyes. “I’m here with good news.”

Katie stilled, her gaze cutting to Jordan and back.

Jordan shook his head. Hope slammed into his gut. He and Katie had allowed Kane to poke and prod them for two years ... trying to figure out how they were both healthy, purebred shifters again lacking any results from the virus. Other male shifters had tried to mate infected females to heal them, and it hadn’t worked. Only Jordan’s blood, right after being infected but before turning into a werewolf, had worked in fixing Katie. Then her bite had somehow cured him. The scientists had been unable to duplicate the exact interaction. Yet. He sighed. “I don’t know what it is.”

Janie maneuvered around stuffed animals and tossed pillows to sit on the couch. “Good news, for sure.”

Kane cleared his throat. “The cure works and we’ve created an inoculation for shifters. Virus-27 will never harm your people again.”

Katie dropped into the chair Jordan had vacated. “Are you sure?” Tears filled her eyes.

“Yes.” Kane smiled, his eyes remaining serious. “Whatever happened with the two of you, when you were both infected but Jordan hadn’t turned into a werewolf yet ... created antibodies for shifters. Emma and I just finished formulating the inoculation. We’ll give shots to all shifters.”

Jordan struggled to keep from shouting out loud. Finally. A cure for their people ... a way to balance the forces in the war destroying the world.

Then he frowned as Kane’s words sunk home. “Only shifters? What about vampire mates and witches?”

Kane rubbed his chin. “The inoculation only works on shifters. But it’s one more step toward curing mates and witches. We’re incredibly hopeful at this point.”

Jordan lifted Katie from the chair and sat down, repositioning her on his lap. She curled in to him. “Well, this is good news.” No more shifters becoming werewolves. The Kurjan fighting forces just decreased. But the first step wasn’t enough. Sure, the Realm was on the right path, but everyone needed to be free of the virus.

Katie took a deep breath. “What about people already infected?”

“No help for males already turned into werewolves.” Kane’s face remained placid, while regret flashed in his eyes. “We think the inoculation will cure infected females as well as any males infected who haven’t turned into werewolves yet. Of course, we don’t know of any infected males who haven’t turned.”

“Most werewolves have been finished off by the Bane’s Council,” Katie murmured. “Keeping Terrent busy the last two years has been ... beneficial to Maggie. At some point, he’s going to request her presence again. And we still haven’t figured out what the demons want with her.”

Jordan shrugged. “We’ll worry about that when it happens.” Frankly, he thought Maggie might like to visit a wolf pack and be among her own people. But the woman staunchly refused to meet with Terrent. Wolves were well known for carrying a grudge, and the Alpha wolf was probably no exception.

He snuggled his woman closer. They’d led well together the last two years—her time living with humans had taught her empathy and a way of communicating that’d he lacked. Of course, when it came to blood and fighting, he took the lead, whether his fierce lioness liked it or not. She was the mother of his cubs, after all.

Another change involved his delegating more to the Chance brothers—to trust and not lead alone. So far, the new methods were really working.

He cleared his throat. “Any word on Jase?”

Kane stiffened, shaking his head. “No. Dage gets visions once in a while, and we believe Jase is still alive. In fact, sources in the southwest have reported murmurings of a vampire being brought to the states by the demons. So we think we’re getting close to getting him back.”

Jordan nodded. “When it’s time to go, I want in.”

“Of course.” Kane gave a short nod. “But for tonight, I think we should celebrate the end of the virus for your people. It’s the beginning of the end to the war.”

Janie tugged Sidney’s braid, turning a sweet smile on them. “What you did, risking your lives, you created a cure for all shifters. A cure that will someday work on mates and save my mother. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”