She stepped out of the tub and went to the bathroom mirror. She raised her lip and carefully examined her face.
“What are you doing?” Zach seemed almost afraid to ask.
“Seeing what my scary wolf face looks like.”
Putting his palms against his eyes, he sighed—deeply. A cleansing sigh really. Somehow Sara knew that with
a little effort she could make him do that all the time.
“You can’t stay here,” Zach suddenly announced.
“They’re after you. Remember the guy who attacked you today in the shop?”
“It was more like a kiss.” She heard Zach growl but kept her face completely neutral. Fuck him.
“Whatever. But he’s one of several. Like the guys at the club that first night I was here. He’s Pride.”
“You mean proud.”
There was that sigh again. “I mean he’s Pride.” That stated through gritted teeth.
“Pride? Lions have prides.”
Sara spun around. “There are lions, too?”
Patient Zach made an entrance. “Yes. And tigers. And mountain lions. There’s an array of shifters.”
Sara watched him swallow. “No bunnies,” he bit out. Much more and he’d grind his teeth into dust. “Think predators. Our ancestors became one with the predators. Bunnies are low on the food chain.”
“Don’t get huffy.
They’re the ultimate killing machine.”
Shelly Laurenston’s Pack Challenge
“Were-anything??” Thoughteth I.
Angels sung, sunbeams landed on my house, and a lightbulb flashed over my head.
This (of course) led me to think about the were-characters readers don’t see but are absolutely desperate to get in books.
In turn, I decided to share with the partially invisibles the were I really, really, really want to read about in a paranormal:
And then at these: