are already here.” Her heart thudded, and she smiled as she met his parents for the first time. Elanor and Icarus were charming if a little cold. That would change by this evening or they would have to fly to escape. The Northrups and friends wouldn’t let them go without loosening them up first. It was their specialty. When the photo barrage was over, the reception began. Food was served, wine flowed and as the sunset painted the canopy, shifters began sneaking off into the woods for a little fur time. Fred and Hektor danced slowly in the centre of the wedding tent. She looked up into his deep gold eyes. “Did you think it would work out this well?” “The wedding or our families colliding?” “Both. Congratulations on the job by the way.” He spun her in a circle. “Congratulations on getting airborne.” She gasped. “That was supposed to be a surprise!” “I promise to be surprised.” He kissed her quickly and spun her around. She pouted but relented. After coming to bed bruised every night for the last week, he had to know that something was up. Ezzy and Buzz had stayed with them on the far side of her house, and while Hektor had sought his new position with fish and game, she had sought to gain the air, finally succeeding. He had resigned from customs enforcement with two weeks’ notice. Since he was in the middle of a two-month leave, it hadn’t been a big deal. He changed his address to hers and was in the process of setting up local banking. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she was so rich; he would never have to work a day in his life. He would figure it out soon enough. One early investment in her cousin’s mining operation and she had gained enough to set her up for life. Subsequent investments had only increased her nest egg. She smiled at the term nest egg. Now that she could do an avian shift, it was rather appropriate, and if the early pregnancy test she had taken that morning wasn’t lying, her own egg had already had the collision of a lifetime. Her family was starting and she was eager to know if the baby would have fur or feathers when the time came. She sighed. “What is it?” “I was just pondering our future and how our children are going to adapt to the world.” “It is a little early to think of children, isn’t it?” He raised his eyebrows. “Of course. Yes. Far too early. Just in case though, what do you think? Should I knit paw covers or claw mittens?” “You are not.” “I might be. I think I am. I still have to have it confirmed.” She frowned. “Is it too soon?” He stopped in the middle of the dance floor and bent her back in a dramatic kiss. Apparently, this surprise was just right.
Author’s Note
The baby is a girl, her name is Merideth and her cute chubbiness will be featured in a subsequent book when Buzz’s sisters take the stage...so to speak. The next book is Born Cheetah . Our heroine was a cheetah orphaned and raised by beavers. She grew up in a heavily shifter-populated area and had a huge crush on a mustang shifter who played on the football team. Ten years later, she is at the Crossroads and he comes prancing up to her. Will she give into remembered teen hormones or work out the practicalities of being Born Cheetah?
About the Author
Zenina Masters was born in Canada and lives in Canada. She has a regular job and does nothing particularly exciting with her life. She enjoys fishing, silence and the ability to pick and choose friends she can trust. Life is too short to watch your back all the time. Her writing life is a teeny bit of escapism, she would probably chicken out if confronted by three naked men and looks forward to one day finding out.