"About that, Mac…" I started.
"Say that again," he demanded.
"Say what?"
"My name. Say my name again."
I realized I'd never said it until then. Of course I'd known him only for an hour, but… "Mac. Mac. Mac." His smile of joy made me giggle. "But seriously, I'm not a werewolf. This whole ‘I'm your mate’ thing doesn't fly with me."
"But you are my mate," he said as if it was a done deal. "You're mine."
"Um… nope. Clearly we work well in the sack—or on the floor—but we're going to have to date or something."
"Date?" He was incredulous.
"Yes. Date. You know, like go to dinner, make out in the back of the movie theatre, hold hands and go on walks. Stuff like that. However—full disclosure here, I'm crappy girlfriend material."
"Do we get to keep having sex?" he asked as he mulled over my proposition, ignoring the warning.
"Well, duh. Yes."
"Okay. I can do that," he said as he slapped my ass and rolled me off of him. "We'll go on a date tomorrow night. You will wear no panties and a short skirt. We will ride my motorcycle and have sex by the river." He seemed quite pleased with his agenda.
"Dude, you will not dictate how I dress. I have extremely sexy panties and I plan to wear them."
"Can I rip them off with my teeth?" he inquired with a very naughty look in his eyes.
I considered this request for two entire seconds before I agreed. "Yes, but you'll have to buy me new ones and they're not cheap."
"Deal."
Oh my Goddess, what had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Eleven
"That's your cat?" Mac asked as he eyed Fabio suspiciously. Fabio hissed and eyed him right back.
"Yes, and you can't eat him. If you're hungry there are frozen pizzas in the fridge," I told Mac as we entered the kitchen. Thankfully, my gifts from the Shifters I'd healed were still in the basement. I refused to re-don bloody clothing. I was now sporting a hotter than hell Stella McCartney navy mini dress. Mac was delighted there were no panties in the stash and walked closely behind me as we mounted the stairs. He was a pig in wolf's clothing.
"You don't cook?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Nope. And I have no plans to learn. Is that a problem for you?" I slapped my hands on my hips and waited for some chauvinistic remark to fly from his lips.
"Nope. I have a cook already."
"Is it a female?" I shouted. He was not going to have some wolfy bimbo cooking for him if I was anywhere in the picture.
His grin of delight at my obvious jealousy almost split his face. "No. It's a man, sweetheart. You'll love him."
"I have no plans to meet him. Ever," I shot back.
"Uh huh, whatever you say." He bit down on his lip to hide his smile. "And just so you know, I don't eat cats. I don't eat other Shifters or anything magical. However, I'd be more than happy to eat you."
He had rendered me speechless—very difficult to do. He was disgusting and I kind of loved it—not that I would ever let him know. "Out," I yelled. "You're leaving now."
His laugh made me horny again, which only served to increase my anger.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven."
"If you're lucky," I muttered under my breath.
With a wink and a slap on my ass he left. Leaning on the closed door, I gulped in a deep breath and blew it out slowly between my lips. Mac was going to be a huge problem.
"Heeeeee's not goood enough for you," Fabio sniffed disdainfully.
"Somebody should probably tell him that," I said as I pulled myself together and ransacked the fridge for food. Sex made me hungry. There was nothing. Crap.
"I ceeertainly hope you didn't sleeeep with him," he hissed as he attacked his sack.
"No. We definitely didn't sleep."
"Zeeelda," he whined. "You can do better than hiiiiim."
"Fabio, how do you even know that? I'm not a prize. I'm a directionless witch on probation who's never maintained a relationship in my life." I plopped down on the sofa and let my head fall to my hands.
"Youuuuu are beautiful, powerful, smaaaart and fuuuuullll of compassion. Some young man, hopefully a waaaarlock, will be lucky to haaaaave you someday."
"You forgot materialistic and selfish. You know, you sound alarmingly like a parent instead of a familiar at the moment." I gave him the evil eyeball. "Well, not either of my parents. My mother didn't give a shit about me no matter how hard I tried and you know about my sperm donor."
"Was it baaaad growing up with heeeer?"
I glanced over and realized he really cared. "It was what it was. Regret and wallowing in self-pity are for pussies. No offense."
"Nooone taken. From the gooossip I've heard, yourrrr sperm dooonor does care—greatly. He's just indisposed at theeeeee moment," he said quietly.
"Yeah, well, that's awesome, but doesn't really do me any good. Can you whip up some food? I'm starved."
"Cheeeeck the porch," he advised. "I thiiink you will be happy."
Fabio was right and he was wrong. There was definitely food on the front porch, but it came with about fifty Shifters.
Chuck and Bob were waving from the back of the crowd.
Wanda and little Bo were organizing the dishes on a long table that had been set up on the front lawn.
DeeDee was manning the grill with a bunch of other gals and the beer was flowing freely.
WTF?
"Surprise," Chuck shouted. He ambled over and trapped me in a hug that made breathing difficult.
The term bear hug came to mind. Also the unappetizing thought of him bending my aunt over a chair...
"You're having a picnic!" he bellowed with glee.
"I can see that," I replied dryly. "Who in the hell are all these people?"
"Shifters," the rabbit I'd repaired told me as he chugged a beer.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Roger."
"You're joking." I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He couldn't seriously be named Roger Rabbit.
His eyes narrowed and his nose twitched. I was floored to realize even in his human form I could still tell he was a rabbit.
"I wouldn't joke about that," he huffed as he stomped away.
"You're making friends fast," Chuck observed with a grin.
"Yeah, I'm good like that," I muttered as I took the beer from his hand and drank. "Are there any honey badgers here?"
The entire crowd went silent and stared at me in horror. WTH? Wanda, Bo, Simon and a very handsome man hustled over.
"Oh my dear," Wanda said. "We don't mix with the badgers or the hyenas. That would be deadly, especially now."
"The badgers have put a bounty on your head for killing a fourth of their colony," Simon informed me as he gave me a quick loving hug.
"Those little bastards were trying to kill Mac and me. What was I supposed to do?"
Should I have run? No way. I did lose a fabu outfit, but the mind-blowing orgasm I got from the wolf I'd zapped and then saved had been worth it.
"She popped the bastards like ticks," Chuck proudly announced to the crowd who began to applaud loudly. The chant started softly and then grew to proportions that made me uncomfortable.
"Whis-per-er. Whis-per-er. Whis-per-er," they yelled.
"Hold on, dudes," I shouted over the unruly group. "I'm just temporary."
All the chanting stopped. That certainly shut them up.
"I mean, um… I'm not your best witch and I, ahhh…"
The shocked and sad looks on their faces made my stomach churn.
"She's thinking about it," Simon chimed in, saving me from myself. "Plus, I'm fairly sure she just did the nasty with Mac!"
The crowd went wild again for the second time in five minutes. WTF? Did Mac have a problem getting laid? I had a hard time believing that.
"She's his mate!" the mountain lion bellowed joyously. "She said he smelled good!"
Again with the screaming a
nd cheering.
A furious and beautiful blonde came tearing forward from the back of the group. She grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head to the side and examined my neck. "He didn't mark her," she grunted with satisfaction. "He's not mated to the witch."
This situation was not working for me. At all. A ball of fury simmered in my gut. Blondie was fixing to go down. Shimmering gold fire engulfed my arms and chest. The Shifters gasped and Blondie jumped back in terror.
"If you ever put your hands on me again," I growled, "I will remove them. As in blast them off of your arms. And for your information, I am not mated because I told him I would tear his nuts off if he mated with me. We're kind of sort of dating and if you even go near him I will zap your head bald and pop your enhanced chest. It will be permanent, so I suggest you watch your skanky butt around me. Understand?"
"You're a witch," she informed me haughtily. "A witch could never keep a wolf satisfied."
"You're a wolf?"
"Yes," she crowed proudly. "I can handle his needs. Not you."
"Interesting. That's not what he said when I was sitting on his face about an hour ago."
The laughter from the peanut gallery made me grin. I took a quick bow, but Blondie screeched in fury. She growled and started to shift.
She was actually going to attack me. At my house? At my picnic? Not happening.
I pointed my fingers and zapped her mid-shift. I did warn her. She was now bald and a negative A cup.
The crowd went crazy—jumping and screaming and high-fiving like idiots.
"That was impressive," Simon congratulated me with a shit-eating grin on his cute face. "She's an evil bitch."
"I had no choice. She was going to kill me," I said, still shocked at that simple fact and that I'd just disfigured her in front of all my neighbors. My stomach felt queasy and I grabbed on to Wanda for support.
Blondie lay shrieking on the ground as the Shifters pointed and snickered.
"Don't worry, Zelda," Wanda comforted. "She's had it coming for a long time."
"Um… well."
I blew out a frustrated breath. I couldn't leave her like that. It was wrong. It felt really good in the moment, but in the long run it would kind of suck. Blondie pathetically tried to hide her hairless head and missing breasts.
"Get up," I snapped.
I might have a semblance of a heart, but I wasn't stupid. I could be a kind witch, but I would be a kind witch with huge balls. My tone was strong and my stance even stronger. Blondie crawled to her feet and kept her head bowed.
"You're a skanky ho and if you ever challenge me again, this nice new look will be permanent. Do you follow me?"
She glanced up at me with hopeful eyes and dropped to her knees. "Yes, I follow you," she whispered in shame.
"Good. Now if any of you have a cell phone and want a picture take it now because I'm going to reverse the spell."
About twenty Shifters took quick pics. The public humiliation was slightly unnecessary, but proof of what I could do when crossed might come in handy. I quickly let my healing magic emerge to the delight of the crowd and I restored Blondie to her former beauty.
"Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome, but you have to leave. I won't enjoy myself if I'm wondering if you're going to attack me from behind."
"Right," she muttered and walked glumly to her car and left.
"You are quite the alpha bitch," Roger Rabbit said admiringly. "Mac is one lucky bastard."
"Roger," I said as I swallowed my need to laugh at his name. "I am no one's bitch. I am a selfish, unstable, materialistic, magical menace."
"Yes. You are exactly what we need—what we have waited for," the handsome man with Wanda said kindly. "Hildy always promised if anything ever happened to her one even more insane, derailed, irresponsible, psychopathic and powerful would become our benefactor."
"Who are you?" I knew he was trying to compliment me by his welcoming tone, but the descriptions, while possibly true, were highly insulting.
"He's my mate, Kurt," Wanda said as she took his hand in hers. "Kurt is the alpha of the raccoons."
Their love was unmistakable and I was a little jealous. Little Bo pushed between them and his father picked him up and laid a wet one on his cheek.
"Nice to meet you," I said. "But I don't think I can stay here. I have a life back in… um, well—a life."
"I see," Kurt said. "Well, while you're here let us show our appreciation. You have already healed many and it's time to celebrate. Simon, are you and the boys ready?"
"Yes, we are!"
Simon and several other skunk shifters had set up instruments on a makeshift stage. They all sported the same black hair with a white stripe and were all as cute as Simon. I wondered if they were brothers.
And then they sang.
And they were amazeballs.
They covered everything from Nirvana to Journey. Simon was the freakin' bomb. Plate after plate loaded down with delicious food kept being placed in my hands. Fabio held court with a bunch of pre-pubescent mountain lion shifters and taught them the finer points of ball licking—by demonstrating.
Glancing around, I wondered if Mac would come back, but I couldn't find him.
"Looking for someone?" Wanda asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Nope."
"He'll be back. He's looking for the honey badgers to negotiate your bounty."
"Oh my Goddess," I gasped and jumped to my feet. "He can't go after those bastards alone."
"Yes, he can. And he's not alone," Chuck assured me. "He'll kill them all if they come after you."
"In case you guys forgot, I'm quite capable of taking care of myself," I snapped, freaked out that Mac the jackass could possibly die while I was eating a hamburger.
"Yes, but he's a man," Chuck said as if that was logical.
"And an alpha," Wanda chimed in.
"And our king," Kurt added respectfully.
I'd boffed their king? That was kind of hot and at the same time crazy.
"Did Hildy have to deal with all this shit?" I wondered out loud.
They were quiet as they exchanged loaded glances.
"Spit it out," I said. "Tell me what I need to know… Please."
"Her magic kept the order in line. Without her magic, the structure has been disrupted and all hell has broken loose," Kurt said solemnly.
"So many are dying," Wanda said.
"Wait. Can I just do some voodoo and get it back in line and then go back to my… you know, um…"
"Liiiiife?" Fabio supplied unhelpfully. I didn't have much of a life, but it was better than this crap.
"Yes. My life. You're supposed to be on my side, cat."
"I aaaaaaam," he said. "Alwaaaays."
"The voodoo has to be maintained," Chuck said sadly. "Hildy was amazing at that. I miss her." His head drooped and he quickly wiped a tear from his eye.
"You loved her," I said.
"Yes, I did. Excuse me," Chuck said as he walked away into the woods.
"Will he be safe out there?" I asked.
"He can defend himself almost as well as Mac. He'll be fine," Kurt assured me. "Now enough of this sadness. This is a party."
My mind was on Mac and Chuck, but I pasted on a smile, grabbed a beer and greeted my neighbors.
My brain was filled with more names than I'd ever be able to remember and my tummy was full. Everyone was gone and I was glad. I couldn't take so much normal and so much happy. I'd ended up flying shifters around the yard with magic—children and adults. It was a huge hit.
The image of Roger Rabbit shrieking like a girl and grunting 'I'm the king of the world' as I jettisoned him through the air would take weeks to remove from my brain. Whatever. It was the most fun I'd had in a very long time. I was used to being chastised for using my magic, but here I was revered. Of course I was using it for the benefit of others… maybe that was okay.
"You do realize the mating bite is very pleasurable," Wanda said as she packed awa
y the leftovers in my fridge.
"Why would you think I need that information?" I asked as I pilfered a cookie from the tray on the counter.
"Just in case it was fear of pain holding you back, I wanted you to know it's amazing." She blew out a long breath and gave me the thumbs up.
"How amazing?"
"Amazing—amazing," she said as she fanned herself.
"Wanda, I don't know Mac—at all. And he doesn't know me. I can't just mate with a wolf—or anyone for that matter. I didn't exactly grow up with good examples of loving relationships and I'm going to be alive for hundreds of years… unless the honey badgers off my ass."
"Zelda, Shifters live for hundreds of years too, just like witches."
That was something to chew on… but that didn't change the fact I didn't know the first thing about him. Did he have siblings? Did he leave the toilet seat up? Could he do it more than one time a night? Stop. No way was I seriously considering this.
"Anyhoooo, from what I understand species can't crossbreed."
The thought actually depressed me and I wondered why Mac hadn't realized this. Maybe he had skipped school too.
"Yes." Wanda nodded her head in agreement. "But that's with Shifters mating with Shifters. Witches are different. Any magical being can mate with a witch."
Maybe witches were the O negative of the voodoo world.
"Wanda, I appreciate the heads up, but I'm not staying. I'm pretty sure finding my aunt's killer is my mission and I'm kind of behind on that."
"I think it was the honey badgers, or maybe the hyenas, or possibly other witches," she volunteered.
"That certainly narrows it down." I rolled my eyes and grabbed another cookie I didn't need. "I need to find the badgers."
"No, Zelda. It's not safe. We can't lose you too," she stated firmly.
Did she actually care or was it because I could heal them? I suppose it didn't really matter. I was leaving, but a tiny part of me wished it was just because she liked me.
"I'm going on a date with Mac tomorrow," I told her quickly before I asked if she actually cared about me.
"Oooooohhhh," she trilled as she grabbed her purse and made her way to the front door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
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