Read Online A Magical Shift: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 1) by Vella Day - Free Book Online

was able to convince him to shift.
    Needing to clean up, Rye hopped in the shower and watched the caked blood rinse down the drain. He lifted his arms to test if there had been any permanent damage, and found he had full range of motion with no pain. After further inspection, he deemed himself healed.
    Starving, he washed quickly, dried off, and then dressed. As he finished fixing a ham and cheese sandwich, someone knocked on the door then pushed it open. After closing the door behind him, Kalan entered the kitchen area. “Hey, you’re alive.”
    “Am now.”
    “Last time I saw you, you were in pretty bad shape.”
    “When were you here?” He didn’t remember the visit.
    “Connor called me as soon as he brought you home, and I came over. I stayed about an hour but then had to go back to work.”
    “I appreciate you stopping by.”
    Kalan sat at the counter and grabbed half the sandwich Rye had just made. “Watch it,” Rye said, though he wasn’t angry.
    “Now that you appear to be coherent, tell me exactly what you remember. Connor told me something, but I want to hear it from you.”
    Rye explained how he was coming from Izzy’s when he stopped to help what he thought was a stranded motorist. “It was a set-up, though how my assailant knew I’d be coming down Riverside Drive is anyone’s guess.” He explained that he’d left McKinnon’s around nine and driven Izzy straight home.
    “He could have followed you from the bar.”
    Rye stilled, remembering the sensation of knowing a werewolf was near, but not being able to identify him. Now he wished he’d paid better attention. “It’s possible.”
    “Connor said you mumbled something about it being a silver Toyota.”
    “Yes.”
    “I checked with both rental companies and neither has any record of renting a Toyota that color, so I pulled a list from the DMV.” He shoved the paper toward him. “I highlighted those owners who are werewolves. Then I followed up to see where they might have been last night.”
    His friend worked fast. “And?”
    “All have alibis.”
    Rye studied the list of three. “Tim Smithfield has to be seventy and I don’t see the other two fitting the size. This means the guy rented the car elsewhere.”
    “I agree. Can you describe him?”
    “He was shorter than me by a couple of inches, though by the time I turned around I was a bit hunched over from the knife in my gut.” The average man was only five ten, making his assailant all too common.
    “You sensed him though, right? I don’t remember anyone ever getting a drop on you.”
    “I was thinking of Izzy and locating the stranded motorist and wasn’t paying attention until I heard him behind me, but he was definitely a shifter.” This was further proof Izzy was his mate. He’d been all consumed thinking about her and had pushed aside his other instincts.
    “What did he smell like?”
    Rye had to think. “Wool and the slightest hint of perfume or some kind of exotic cologne.”
    “Could the cologne have come from hugging a woman?”
    “Maybe.” Rye snapped his fingers. “He told me that this was my one and only warning.”
    Kalan pulled out his iPad and jotted down the information. “What do you think he meant by that?”
    “I’ve been wracking my brain, but I can’t figure it out. I don’t think I’ve pissed anyone off lately.”
    “Could he have mistaken you for someone else?” Kalan asked.
    “It’s possible. My back was to him.” Rye snapped his fingers. “He had a different accent. It sounded either British, Irish, or Scottish. I could have been mistaken as I was in a lot of pain.”
    “You’re saying he was a foreigner?”
    “Yes.” He remembered that Izzy believed someone in Scotland had been following her, but he couldn’t be positive the two were related.
    “We don’t get too many folks from across the pond here in Silver Lake. If he’s still around, he’ll find it hard to hide in this town. I’ll put out some