By Stephani Hecht
Jaguar shifter, Brent, is at the most crucial project of his lifestyles, to discover his lacking brothers. Separated years in the past while their relations domestic used to be attacked via the Ravens, Brent hasn't ever forgotten his misplaced siblings and may do whatever to carry them again domestic. Then he reveals out that one guy holds the most important to their situation, a Hawk shifter named Daniel.
Daniel has been at the run from the Ravens ever on the grounds that they approximately eliminated all of his style. Hiding by means of dwelling as a human, the very last thing he wishes is to be sucked again into the shifter global. Then he wakes as much as discover a Jaguar shifter in his bed room, difficult his support. although he desires to refuse, Daniel takes one examine the desperation in Brent’s eyes and is familiar with he has to help.
Even the smallest baby understands that cats and birds don’t combine. It nonetheless doesn’t cease the 2 men’s starting to be appeal to one another. at the same time they try new and previous enemies, their emotions of affection develop. Will they have the ability to conquer a lifetime’s worthy of hatred and prejudice to be jointly? Or will they've got the pay the last word cost for romance?
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He cursed for forgetting to leave the porch light on as he tripped over something. Luckily, he made it to the door without falling flat on his ass. Just as he was raising his numb fingers to open to the lock, there was the slightest rustle of movement to the left. It wasn’t much, in fact, he barely heard it over the howling wind, but it was still enough to make his adrenaline kick in as he whipped to the side. All he saw was the vague outline of what had once been a barn and more snow. There was nobody standing there.
He didn’t have to make it a killing shot, a knee shot would do just fine. “Now we both know that wouldn’t be a good idea,” Brent called back, as if reading Daniel’s mind. ” Daniel cursed under his breath as he realized the asshole was right. There had been a reason he’d led their retreat through the thickly wooded area. Even with the leaves being gone from most of the trees, it still gave them good cover if the Ravens flew over. Add in the heavy snowfall, they were practically invisible, even with heightened bird vision.
Let me guess, it was the elders who placed them with the humans,” Brent said, not missing a beat. Daniel cringed, realizing he’d underestimated the feline once again. They were silent for several long, tense-filled minutes. Still not saying anything, he slowly peeled back the padding, pleased to see the bleeding had slowed down to a mere trickle. Moving quickly, and with a skill that years of fighting had honed, he dressed the wound, despite the fact he had to do it with only one hand. ” Brent asked, breaking the quiet.
A Feral Chirstmas by Stephani Hecht