meet the man across the bar and the thought of approaching him crossed her mind. Normally she’d trash the idea immediately, but something about him made her feel braver than usual. If he separated himself from his friends and she acted quickly, maybe she could at least see him up close and say hello.
Jenn knew if she shared her plan, Christina would help her. Glancing to her friend, she noticed Christina was about to pass the group when the hot guy Jenn had her eye on turned, said something to Christina, then wrapped his arms around her friend and kissed her.
Deflated, Jenn watched the couple as their lips met and met again. It was more than a simple peck and though their arms and hands didn’t roam, she could tell when their tongues did. Jealousy overwhelmed her and she pushed it down as she looked away.
When she looked back, Christina was at the bar and the man was talking with his friends again. It seemed like they didn’t even know each other, and when Christina passed the group on her way back to the table, they didn’t acknowledge one another.
“Who is that?” Jenn asked as Christina set the drinks on the table.
“I don’t know. He asked me if he could kiss me and I said sure.”
“What? You’re kissing random guys now?” Jenn couldn’t help the slight anger in her question. Thankfully Christina didn’t seem to notice.
“Well, not usually, but he’s hot! You should see him up close . He was just an okay kisser though—nothing special.”
Mean thoughts crossed Jenn’s mind and she quickly silenced them. Christina had no idea how she felt about the man. She wouldn’t have kissed him if she knew how Jenn felt. It didn’t matter anyway, the one time she planned on approaching a man, he’d been so drunk he’d kissed a random girl in a club. This was definitely not someone she wanted to know, or do anything else with for that matter.
Jenn kept her mouth shut and sipped her soda.
****
Matt smiled and laughed with the group. He had no idea what they were laughing at, but he played along. They’d all been drinking when he arrived and he’d already had four beers. He had no way of knowing how much they drank before he got there, but some of them were definitely way past drunk. Thankfully they always made arrangements for a safe way home prior to going out.
Matt never had to worry about a safe way home. As a wolf shifter, alcohol didn’t affect him like it did regular humans. Four beers would dull his human senses, but his wolf ones went unaffected. He had no idea how much he’d have to drink to be one hundred percent intoxicated, but he really didn’t care to find out.
Tonight he was being a bit more social than usual. He was a wolf without a mate, or even a companion, and sometimes the solitude overwhelmed him. Lately he’d given in to feeling a bit sorry for himself. He dated a bit, but no woman touched his soul like he thought a true mate would. To date he’d never met anyone he wanted to spend his life with.
Being a shifter was often difficult and lonely. While some animals lived in communities together, a sort of make-shift pack, most shifters lived alone. He could think of at least two other shifters in Chestnut Rock, and while their animal senses acknowledged each other, they each kept to themselves. If a shifter didn’t find someone to accept them and share their lives, it was possible for a shifter to die of loneliness. Even having the same lifespan as humans, it was a long time to be alone.
If a shifter was lucky enough to find a mate, and she was willing to change, their love would strengthen with a mating bond. When a mated pair shifts together for the first time after a mate tastes the shifter’s blood, the mating bond is formed. Every shifter dreams of finding someone to share the strong connection.
“Okay, Matt, you have to kiss the next girl that walks by.” His friend’s comment pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Huh?” He hadn’t been listening. They wanted him
Jenn knew if she shared her plan, Christina would help her. Glancing to her friend, she noticed Christina was about to pass the group when the hot guy Jenn had her eye on turned, said something to Christina, then wrapped his arms around her friend and kissed her.
Deflated, Jenn watched the couple as their lips met and met again. It was more than a simple peck and though their arms and hands didn’t roam, she could tell when their tongues did. Jealousy overwhelmed her and she pushed it down as she looked away.
When she looked back, Christina was at the bar and the man was talking with his friends again. It seemed like they didn’t even know each other, and when Christina passed the group on her way back to the table, they didn’t acknowledge one another.
“Who is that?” Jenn asked as Christina set the drinks on the table.
“I don’t know. He asked me if he could kiss me and I said sure.”
“What? You’re kissing random guys now?” Jenn couldn’t help the slight anger in her question. Thankfully Christina didn’t seem to notice.
“Well, not usually, but he’s hot! You should see him up close . He was just an okay kisser though—nothing special.”
Mean thoughts crossed Jenn’s mind and she quickly silenced them. Christina had no idea how she felt about the man. She wouldn’t have kissed him if she knew how Jenn felt. It didn’t matter anyway, the one time she planned on approaching a man, he’d been so drunk he’d kissed a random girl in a club. This was definitely not someone she wanted to know, or do anything else with for that matter.
Jenn kept her mouth shut and sipped her soda.
****
Matt smiled and laughed with the group. He had no idea what they were laughing at, but he played along. They’d all been drinking when he arrived and he’d already had four beers. He had no way of knowing how much they drank before he got there, but some of them were definitely way past drunk. Thankfully they always made arrangements for a safe way home prior to going out.
Matt never had to worry about a safe way home. As a wolf shifter, alcohol didn’t affect him like it did regular humans. Four beers would dull his human senses, but his wolf ones went unaffected. He had no idea how much he’d have to drink to be one hundred percent intoxicated, but he really didn’t care to find out.
Tonight he was being a bit more social than usual. He was a wolf without a mate, or even a companion, and sometimes the solitude overwhelmed him. Lately he’d given in to feeling a bit sorry for himself. He dated a bit, but no woman touched his soul like he thought a true mate would. To date he’d never met anyone he wanted to spend his life with.
Being a shifter was often difficult and lonely. While some animals lived in communities together, a sort of make-shift pack, most shifters lived alone. He could think of at least two other shifters in Chestnut Rock, and while their animal senses acknowledged each other, they each kept to themselves. If a shifter didn’t find someone to accept them and share their lives, it was possible for a shifter to die of loneliness. Even having the same lifespan as humans, it was a long time to be alone.
If a shifter was lucky enough to find a mate, and she was willing to change, their love would strengthen with a mating bond. When a mated pair shifts together for the first time after a mate tastes the shifter’s blood, the mating bond is formed. Every shifter dreams of finding someone to share the strong connection.
“Okay, Matt, you have to kiss the next girl that walks by.” His friend’s comment pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Huh?” He hadn’t been listening. They wanted him
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