Wolf Slayer

by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

  “We?” Tess asked.

  His smile came naturally now. “You and I. Because that’s how this works, as I’ve tried to explain. Only between Weres is it like this, Tess. I’m afraid you have me whether or not you want to. I’m just hoping you’ll want to.”

  Jonas heard her heart beating. He fancied that he could hear the accepting growl of the wolf tucked inside her that would eventually show itself to Tess.

  “Will you have me, Tess?” he was almost afraid to ask. He pointed to Gwen. “Will you have us, no matter what you choose to be in the future?”

  He brought her close. They were tight together and Tess didn’t squirm or pull away.

  “Should I close my eyes?” Gwen asked.

  But neither he nor Tess paid any attention to the teasing of a young she-wolf who was suddenly on the fast track to a full recovery and after regaining her voice, seemingly had not lost an ounce of her old wit. Tess had done this. Tess had somehow brought Gwen back to the land of the living.

  “Yes. Close them,” Jonas and Tess said together as their lips touched and their bodies caved to the urges now free to be taken seriously.

  Because the future started here, now, right this minute, and he was going to prove that to the she-wolf in his arms if it took an all-nighter on the hood of her Jeep.

  They were going to make love each chance they got. They were going to satisfy their cravings and create more of them. If Tess were to set her wolf free, they would howl at the moon and run naked in the fields...together.

  He gestured for Gwen to return to the cabin, knowing it was safe now for her to be on her own for a while, and knowing his sister wasn’t going to comply with that suggestion or any other. Gwen would run now, and be free. Chances were good that she’d return to Tess’s cabin when fatigue set in, since she had always been drawn there. But it had been made abundantly clear to him that this young werewolf wasn’t going to listen to anyone if she didn’t want to.

  He watched his sister go.

  As for Tess...

  His lover...

  His future...

  They would start by going back to where they had left off before being so rudely interrupted by the Grim Reaper, and then take it from there.

  The heat and acceptance of Tess’s mouth when he kissed her told him she was okay with this. She might have doubts, but she was going to overcome them, at least for tonight. After that, he’d have to convince her all over again...

  And again...

  Using the full extent of his powers of persuasion.

  Even while kissing her, Jonas smiled.

  “We’re going to make one hell of a family.”

  It was a silent promise to Tess that everyone here would have heard, so he had waited until Gwen had taken off before saying it. Some things were best still kept from young she-wolves like his sister. Specifically, the things he and Tess were going to do.

  He headed for the trees with Tess in tow to search for a perfect spot to get to work on those cravings and pave the way for the kind of happy-ever-after everyone on earth hoped to find.

  Especially werewolves.

  * * * * *

  Keep reading for an excerpt from THE TEXAS SHIFTER’S MATE by Karen Whiddon.

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  The Texas Shifter's Mate

  by Karen Whiddon

  Chapter 1

  The heavy oak door, scarred and weathered, looked like it had been salvaged from an ancient medieval castle. Above, a simple sign. No words, just a rusted iron bar from which hung two chain links, each half of what had once been whole. There were no lanterns, not even a streetlight to illuminate the shadows. The entrance sat near the end of a dead-end alley, innocuous enough that no soul, human or otherwise, would give it a second glance. Unless of course, one knew what lay inside. No humans ever would.

  Shayla Dover had learned of Broken Chains, the bar behind the battered door, from her friend Maddie Kinslow, who happened to be a Shape-shifter. They’d met at a spin class. Maddie had known right away that Shayla wasn’t human, and hadn’t batted even an eyelash when Shayla had revealed her true nature. Of course, during her first visit with Maddie to Broken Chains, Shayla had learned being a Mermaid in human form wasn’t even the most uncommon of the numerous paranormal beings frequenting the bar.

  Broken Chains accepted everyone. The only criteria—no human could ever enter. Vampires, Shape-shifters of all types, as well as Mermaids, Spirits and Wraiths mingled free of judgments, vendettas or complaints. A live band played most nights, rotating groups with enough different genres of music to suit all tastes. The small dance floor stayed crowded, and snagging a table became a matter of luck and skill.

  Alcohol was sold, as well as specialty beverages that suited each particular kind of clientele. One sign boasted that Broken Chains carried twenty-seven varieties of blood, especially popular among the Vampire crowd.

  Shayla loved the place. For the first time since making the choice to live on land, she felt she had found a spot where she belonged as much as she did under the sea.

  While she’d known Houston and areas south of there had to be teeming with non-humans, she hadn’t given much thought to the sheer variety of species. In Broken Chains, she’d met numerous Shape-shifters, Vampires and even a Merfolk or two. From Maddie, Shayla had learned how many different kinds of Shape-shifters there actually were. The Wolves, along with their governing body, the Pack, were the most numerous. But there were Lions and Leopards and Bears, even Dragons! Of course, some considered the Merfolk a kind of Shape-shifter, since they could change their beautiful, shimmering fish tail into human legs. None of that mattered once inside Broken Chains. Everyone was welcome.

  Tonight, Shayla and Maddie were meeting for drinks after Maddie got off work. Maddie worked as a police dispatcher for Galveston PD and hated her job.

  Shayla was self-employed, doing well running an internet business she’d founded specializing in rare artifacts found under the sea. Though she occasionally loved to scour the ocean floor, her family also gladly kept her supplied with inventory. The market for collectors, until now untapped, seemed limitless. Due to the priceless nature of her inventory, she only needed one or two big sales per quarter to be prosperous. Most times she did much better than that. She loved being an entrepreneur, loved the treasure-hunting aspect of her work and enjoyed the income her job provided.

  Still, despite her success, she found herself often at loose ends. She’d begun thinking about what other type of business she might start. Maybe something
that Maddie could help out with, something that would get her friend away from her stressful dispatcher job.

  Shayla arrived a few minutes early, rapping three times on the door and waiting, before repeating the sequence with two extra beats tagged on to the end.

  The door opened, just as it always did, and Shayla sauntered inside. Instantly, she felt a sense of peace. Funny thing to consider a bar her home away from home, but she did.

  The band tonight—one of Shayla’s favorites—played a slow bluesy song, a melody that made Shayla want to twirl and sway. Maybe later, she’d dance. Glancing around the already crowded bar, she grinned to see Maddie had snagged a table. Maddie stood, waving to get her attention. Waving back, Shayla hurried over, happy she’d spent the time to turn her long black hair into a thick braid.

  “Glad you made it early,” Maddie said, grinning. Her curly red hair hung loose around her shoulders. “I’ve been here an hour, circling like a hawk on a hunt, until I got this table.”

  “I can’t believe it’s already so crowded.” Shayla glanced around as she pulled out a chair to sit. “It’s a Tuesday night. Look at all the tourists in their beachwear. I feel overdressed.”

  “Pffft.” Maddie snorted. “You live to wear those cute little dresses and your heels. Heck, if I had a figure like you, I’d wear them, too.”

  “A figure like mine?” Shayla eyed her friend’s lush curves. “I’m a toothpick. You’re the one with the figure. I can barely fill out my B cup.”

  “I’d rather be skinny.” Maddie shrugged. “But isn’t that the way of things? We always want what we don’t have.”

  “Maybe.” Shayla didn’t believe in wasting time pining for things she couldn’t have. And truth be told, she considered herself lucky. Just like her mom, she could eat whatever she wanted and never gain weight. She’d also learned long ago never ever to say that to another woman.

  “The place is full of Vampires,” Maddie grumbled. “Who knew they enjoyed vacationing at the coast?”

  Shayla had to grin at the Shifter’s disgruntled tone. While they generally got along, Vamps and Shifters had a natural reserve with each other. This despite the fact that Maddie and her were also best friends with Carmen, who happened to be a Vampire. Shayla enjoyed pointing out to each of them that they were the poster children for each giving the other species a fair chance.

  “Speaking of Vamps...” Shayla glanced at her watch. “Where’s Carmen? She should have been here by now.”

  “I know.” Maddie glanced around. “She’s lucky we saved her a chair. It’ll be completely full in another hour. This place is becoming more and more popular. Used to be I knew everyone in here. Now, it’s about half and half.”

  “More strangers, more potential new friends. It’s all good.” Shayla signaled at Johnny, her favorite bartender. He nodded and a minute later brought her a glass of white wine, a nice chardonnay, her usual. Maddie already had her beer, a dark one this time.

  The band announced they were taking a break and left the stage. While she’d enjoyed the music, Shayla was glad since this would give her and Maddie an opportunity to talk without having to shout.

  “How’s things at the job?” Shayla asked. Maddie always had great stories about the drama going on both inside her emergency communication call center and in the outside world. Shayla loved hearing these, since her own work was so solitary.

  “I don’t know how much longer I can take it there.” Maddie’s usually ready smile vanished. “With the tourism season upon us, crimes are skyrocketing. They’re demanding we work more hours to cover the personnel shortages. All of us are exhausted and miserable and crabby. I almost didn’t get off work in time to make it here. One of my coworkers had to cover the last hour for me.”

  “That sounds rough,” Shayla commiserated, even though she had no real frame of reference.

  “Oh, it’s only just starting. First, we have spring break, which is next week. And then, you know how things are once summer arrives. The island is packed.” Shaking her head, Maddie took a slug of beer. “They know I take night classes at Texas A&M Galveston. I can’t miss those, but my supervisor told me the job has to come first. I don’t think they can force me to work mandatory overtime, but who knows.” She sighed. “I’ve already paid for this semester, so if I don’t attend class, I forfeit the fees. I’m working on redoing my resume so I can see what other employment might be available.”

  This was the first time her friend had mentioned leaving her job. “I could maybe give you some part-time work,” Shayla offered. “But it wouldn’t pay as much. And it’d be extremely part-time. I don’t have a lot extra that I can’t do myself. In fact, I was thinking of finding something else to help occupy my time.”

  Maddie tilted her head, smiling once again. “You’re so sweet for offering. Actually, I might take you up on it if they drive me insane enough. Who knows, maybe I can cobble together several part-time jobs and make it work.”

  “Maybe we can start our own business,” Shayla mused. “If you could do anything, what kind of work would you like to do?”

  “Private detective work.” Maddie didn’t even hesitate. “You know my father owned a PI agency. I worked there from the moment I could walk. I hated that Mom sold it after Dad died.”

  At that moment, Derek, the bass guitarist, and Rory, the lead singer, came over to chat. Their band played Broken Chains several times a month, and the two men continually asked Shayla and Maddie out, alternating which man asked whom. Both women found them amusing, but had no desire to mess up the fun dynamic they currently enjoyed with the band.

  The drummer, Waylan, wandered over, reminding the others it was nearly time to get back onstage. Shayla and Maddie shared amused looks as Rory and Derek took their leave, promising to stop back before the evening ended.

  “Hey,” Maddie said, motioning to Shayla that she should lean in closer. “Don’t look now, but the man right behind you has been eating you up with his eyes. Messy, dark blond hair, silver-blue eyes and a body to die for.” She sighed. “He’s drop-dead gorgeous, so you’d better hope he comes over.”

  Feigning interest, Shayla nodded, though she didn’t turn around. Instead, she took a sip of wine and focused on the band, who were now getting ready to play another song.

  * * *

  The two women sitting at the table right behind his bar stool were both stunning. When he swiveled around to face the band, they were right there in his line of vision, their beauty a welcome diversion from his dark thoughts. Zach couldn’t keep from staring despite his preoccupation with finding Nantha. One of the women’s auras revealed her to be Shifter, and he’d bet the other, the slender gorgeous dark-eyed one with long, jet-black hair, was Mermaid. He’d spent enough time with his younger stepsister, Nantha, and her pretty Mermaid friends to recognize that certain glow in their aura.

  Pretty didn’t even begin to describe this woman. Heart-shaped face, high cheekbones and lithe, graceful movements combined to make her breathtakingly gorgeous. Her long-lashed, emerald eyes spoke of Asian heritage, and the curve of her lush lips revealed her sensuality.

  There wasn’t a single man in the bar who hadn’t noticed her or her redheaded friend. They were both stunning and sexy, in opposite ways.

  Any other time, Zach might have approached the table with a flirtatious smile, offering to buy her a drink in exchange for a dance. However, now that he’d agreed to an engagement arranged by his stepfather, his flirting days were over. He could only fervently pray that his fiancée, a Mermaid he hadn’t yet met, resembled this one.

  Right now though, he had more urgent and pressing business on his mind. Nantha had gone missing and he needed to find her. He’d come to Broken Chains with the intention of asking every Merfolk in the place if they’d seen her.

  Might as well start now. He turned, locking gazes with the raven-haired Mermaid. Hounds, he felt the impact of her be
auty like a punch in the gut. Even by Mermaid standards, she was gorgeous. Her eyes were the deep green of a stormy sea, framed in long, jet-black lashes. The pout of her lush lips had him longing to claim them with his. Damn. Summoning up all his willpower, he pushed the jolt of attraction aside and stood. Both women eyed him as he took the couple of steps necessary to bring him to their table.

  Of course right at that moment, the band started playing again.

  “Excuse me,” he said loudly, wishing the music could have held off a few more minutes. “Have either of you seen this woman?” He passed the redhead a picture of Nantha, one of his favorite ones of his younger stepsister. He well remembered the day that snapshot had been taken. Nantha had been about to return home after a visit. She’d stood in knee-deep water, filled with the joy the touch of the sea seemed to give its people. The full moon reflected on the calm night sea colored everything with a silver tranquility. She looked young, carefree and happy.

  The red-haired Shifter shook her head, handing the photo to her friend.

  The Mermaid’s long-lashed eyes widened as she accepted the photograph. She inhaled sharply, her gaze rushing from Nantha’s image to his. Of course, she immediately recognized that Nantha was Mer. “She’s lovely,” she finally said, raising her voice to be heard over the music. She passed it back. “But I’m sorry, I haven’t seen her. When was she in here last?”

  “She hasn’t been here. She’s too young.” He swallowed, trying to contain his disappointment. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. It never was. “Her name is Nantha. She’s my sister, and she’s missing.”

  The two women exchanged glances. The red-haired Shifter looked Zach up and down. “What happened to her?” she asked. “How do you know she’s missing? She might just be taking a long swim or something.”

  The Mermaid nodded. “We have been known to disappear under the sea for extended periods of time. I’m guessing, though, that you have more reasons that make you think something has happened to her?”