I entered the house and that was when I spotted them. Storm and my dad were huddled around my grandmother's phone. She didn't!

I marched over with Archer shuffling along behind me. Dropping the bags, I stood in front of them with my arms folded. The screen showed a picture of Archer and me in the kitchen kissing.

"Delete it," I stated.

My grandma locked the screen. "Delete what, sweetheart?"

"I know you took a picture."

Archer flinched and his eyes grew larger. "A what?"

"Delete it."

She smiled. "It's too late for that, sweetie. I already showed everyone. I sent it to my sister as well. I bet Rupert and Peter would love to see how close you two have gotten since you're being so secretive about it. You two are such a cute couple." She smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need any more pictures floating around."

My uncle started to chuckle. "Just don't turn into Raven and Jagger and get all mushy on us."

"Don't involve us in this!" yelled Jagger from down the hallway to the guest rooms.

Archer covered his reddened face with his hand.

"See!" I motioned to the smirking men sitting around the living room. "It's already started. I've been in this family long enough to know I'll be harassed about this for months."

"Saigon"—my grandmother looked me in the eyes—"you know we love you. A little teasing never hurt anyone. It was an adorable moment, and I thought it would look nice at, say, a potential wedding."

Archer bolted down the hall.

"Grandma," I groaned.

"What?" She shrugged. "It would make a cute centerpiece. There will be a wedding. Don't you dare think being a werewolf means anything. You're my only grandbaby. I only got to throw one wedding, you know. I have plenty of ideas for a second."

"It's too soon." I ran my hand down my face. "You're going to chase Archer off."

She shook her camera at me. "I doubt it, and I have the proof. He likes you just as much."

"We're all so annoying." I marched off with their laughter following. "I'm trying to make this work and none of you are helping!" Archer stood at the end of the hall with Raven.

They both stared at me as I sheepish went to them.

"This is ours." I opened the last door. "Um... I left the bags. I'll go get them."

I went back to the living room, where I found precarious looks waiting. After gathering our things, I hurried off, doing my best to ignore them. Archer had gone inside, but Raven was waiting for me outside his room.

"He's a bit overwhelmed," my cousin whispered.

"Well, none of them are helping," I nodded to the living room.

"I'm happy for you," said Raven. "No matter what you two decided, I'm glad you got a chance at being with Archer."

"Thanks. Um... this weekend could you help me keep the family from tormenting him too much. I know they don't mean anything by it, but as you can see, Archer is a bit stressed."

He nodded. "I think his parents being here too will help. Rupert isn't afraid to speak up."

"Very true. Thanks." I moved past him and went to the room where we would be staying.

Archer was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. After closing the door, I put the bags with the others and went to him.

I sat down and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry about them."

"I'm not mad," he replied. "Embarrassed, but at least, they seem to like me."

"They like you. They only tease people they like." I hugged him.

"Hmm..." He turned to me. "You make more sense."

I scoffed. "I don't tease you that much."

With a sigh, he flopped over. "I'm ready for bed."

Keeping my eyes down, I struggled to keep in a smile.

Archer's arm flopped to the place beside him. "Get over here. Your tail would be wagging if you were in werewolf form."

Crawling over his legs, I laid down at his side and snuggled into his side.

Archer put his arm around me and played with my hair. "You act like such a pup sometimes." He lifted my chin and gave me a kiss.

I hummed and leaned in for another.

"I'm kind of excited for tomorrow," said Archer.

"Why's that?" I asked.

He grinned at me. "Because it'll be my turn to watch you try and impress my parents."

***

Rupert wouldn't stop staring at me. Every move I made, his eyes followed. Peter was busy catching up with Archer. My dad was right here with him. I noticed a phone being pulled out. Archer's face blared red. I moved to intercept the picture being shown but was cut off by Rupert.

He looked me up and down.

Swallowing hard, I smiled. "So, how's the pack been?"

"Fine."

"That's good to hear. How have you and Peter been?"

"Fine."

I leaned back against the counter. I was running out of ideas of what he wanted me to say.

"You must be Rupert." My grandma walked between us. "I've seen you around the cave a bit. We've talked a few times before, I believe. Aden and Titus are always talking about you and Peter. I'm Karen, Aden's mom."

Rupert breathed out through his nose. "Nice to meet you," he grumbled, "again."

"We've just loved getting to know Archer." She touched his arm. "Saigon is so lucky to find a man like your son."

He perked up slightly.

"Saigon is a bit of a disaster," she said in a quieter voice.

I would have objected, but I wanted to see how she was going to make him stop sending me death glares.

"He is a walking mess and a bit needy."

My mouth fell open. "Needy?"

She looped arms with me. "Archer is so sweet and understanding. He'll straight up my grandbaby and make a beta out of him yet," she laughed.

Rupert nodded. "Archer is a very determined young man."

"Oh, I can tell." She grabbed his upper arm and led him toward the living room. "You've met my husband, Quint, right?"

"A few times."

"We were talking just the other day about when Aden and Titus were dating. Saigon is a romantic like Titus."

"Romantic?" I muttered. Neither of us would be considered a romantic.

My dad walked over. "So, your grandma came to the rescue?"

"Basically." I gripped the counter.

"She's good at that." He followed after them as the noise grew in the next room.

There was plenty of laughter so I took that as a good thing. Archer came to my side and I slipped an arm around him.

Peter beamed at us. "I hear things have been going well."

"I think so."

"I better go and check on Rupert. Something might slip out that he doesn't mean. Don't take anything to heart if he says something rude to you. He doesn't mean it, he's a little too blunt sometimes and it slips out."

"I know," I breathed.

We stood alone in the kitchen.

I hugged Archer tightly. "If looks could kill," I chuckled.

He smiled slightly. "My father would have killed you if he thought you had done something bad to me."

"True."

"Your dad showed mine that picture from last night. He was a little too happy. It's so embarrassing. The wedding word popped up too, which didn't help."

"That would be my grandma's fault. She loved planning big events."

He frowned and looked slightly confused. "Would we really have a wedding?"

My spirits perked up. "Yeah."

Archer raised a brow. "You're thinking about it now?"

I shrugged. "A bit."

"So, we would have a human wedding?"

I nodded. "My dad's side is human, so they're going to expect one. My grandma is going to make me have one. I think she has most of it planned already."

Groaning, he laid his head on my shoulder. "Well, you can't say this relationship didn't put me out of my comfort zone."