Trained by Three Panthers [Caves of Correction 3] by Cara Adams Page A

zone, it would mean they weren’t wasting time looking where others had already assessed the damage.
    He put a tick beside “Lang” to indicate his house and family were fine and quickly read the list to see whose name was still not marked off. About two-thirds were checked, and two had annotations indicating the house was damaged.
    So far, no one had been harmed, which was a relief. Although with some still to report in, that might indicate they weren’t doing so well. He hoped like hell everyone was safe. He’d been rather selfish, thinking only of himself, but he genuinely hoped no one was hurt. Everyone on the island was family. If one was injured, they were all harmed.
    Colter held onto his marker and looked at the boxes still not marked off by a family. He was young and fit. He and his brothers could do a more distant place. The lake was unmarked, so he wrote “Lang” in that square. The lake was their source of drinking water, and it was important it be checked soon. It was unlikely the sea water would reach it to contaminate it, but there could have been run off from anywhere that might mean the water should be purified for a few days until any dirt dropped to the bottom of the lake again.
    The Alpha was moving through the room talking to people, and Colter understood most people were waiting until everyone had checked in. He longed to be back with Kenz again, to watch over her, but his brothers had to restore the roof back to its normal condition, which would take some time, and there were two of them to keep watch over their woman. She would come to no harm with Asher and Declan there. So he leaned against a wall and began to talk to other people about their experiences of the hurricane.
    Several women came around handing out mugs of coffee, which were wonderful. A hot drink was perfect right now. As far as he could gather, most people had stayed inside their dungeons, and their biggest problem had been the loudness of the thunder overhead. He was mentally patting himself on the back that their dungeon was soundproofed, although the noise had still been very loud.
    After half an hour, most families, although not all, had arrived, and the Alpha raised his arms for silence.
    “Please get started on your search areas. I want you to assess how much time the cleanup will take. If there are any serious problems, return immediately to let me know so I can begin assigning work parties to needed areas in priority order.”
    “What about the families who haven’t checked in yet?” asked one of the women with a worried frown.
    The Alpha nodded. “I’ll be sending people to their homes to visit them in a few minutes.”
    Colter nodded. That was a better use of resources. Instead of half a dozen people all doing the same thing, one person per task made good sense. But then, the Alpha was very organized. He’d made a success of their little island hideaway. This latest tourist attraction was sheer genius.
    The weeklong BDSM vacations were catering to a niche market for people interested in exploring the possibilities of that lifestyle. That meant the host could devote himself completely to his client while everyone else carried on with their normal lives.
    Except Colter no longer wanted to carry on with his normal life. He wanted Kenz as his mate. It might have only been a few days, but she’d carved her own niche market right in his heart, and no way would he let her go back home without him telling her his feelings. Of course, a mating required both his brothers to agree as well. But he couldn’t imagine either Asher or Declan not wanting her after the amazing sex they’d had today. She was bright and intelligent, easygoing, sweet, and caring, as well as sexy as hell and enough of an enigma and a challenge to keep them on their toes and prevent them from taking her for granted.
    The real question was, did she want them? It was a big ask of her to give up her old life and live here with them. Would she be