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Authors: Meg Ripley
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Action, Military, supernatural, Short-Story, Anthology, Erotic, Interracial, multicultural, marine, collection, lion shifter, Urban Shifter, Two In One Book
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Susanna’s voice didn’t portray any fear, while Thomas was struggling to keep his pulse under control. How can I get us out of this?
“Not from the start,” Frank admitted. “At first, when I didn’t know for sure you were demons, I just wanted you gone. Then I saw you change, when I was hiding down in the community center…I guess you guys do have blind spots.”
Thomas looked at him then. “Blind spots?”
Frank beamed, looking genuinely proud of himself. “You all are nose blind, just like any other human. Can’t smell your own shit. So I took advantage of that.” He paused, and his smile faltered. “Not literally. But I dressed in some of your clothes, and used the rest to make quilts and blanket so you wouldn’t see me coming. You could pick up a little of my scent, but not enough to pin me. Once I figured out you couldn’t see humans clearly in visions, I was all set.”
A frisson of terror moved through Thomas’ body, and he didn’t have to think of more questions to keep the man occupied—they just came pouring out of him.
“How did you know about the visions?”
Frank smiled nastily. “You think you’re the only people who know how to spy? I’ve been a lot closer than you think, Loverboy.” He winked, and a wave of revulsion moved through him. He must have seen us the other day.
“Why are you doing this?” Thomas demanded. “Why are you messing with us? We were going to fix your shop for you, and then move on with our lives. We had nothing to do with its destruction, you have to know that.”
“If you hadn’t been here, none of this would have happened!”
Thomas sucked air into his lungs sharply as Frank swung both of his guns toward him until they both pointed at his chest. His heart stopped, and he heard screams, but they seemed soft and distant.
Frank’s mouth set into a thin line, and he narrowed his eyes.
“No,” Thomas said frantically. He saw Natalie and Charlie exchange a look, but he didn’t dare move his head to see what it was. “Frank. Why are you doing this?”
“Because my niece got stuck by one of you beasts, and when I demanded she cut ties with him, she cut me off instead!” Thomas noticed that even the whites of Frank’s eyes were yellow. “My own flesh and blood shunned me. I know you don’t care about humans, but my niece was the last good thing I had in this god forsaken town.”
Frank’s thumbs pulled down on the hammers of both guns, and adrenaline shot through Thomas’ body. “I didn’t get to burn you to death, but I’ll burn you after. Wanna know something?” he smirked. “Your girl Leslie wasn’t completely wrong about the burial ground. There’s shifter bodies under that barn. Men like me have been putting them there for years. That’s why you’re all drawn to this land. That’s why you’re all transfixed on it.”
That’s how you snuck up on us, Thomas realized. Some weird shifter magic. Thanks a lot, metaphysics.
“Now, I think I’ll get this over with,” he said finally, and his voice was choked with tears. “None of you try anything funny, now. I’ll get you one at a time. Would have been better in the barn, but then you had to go and figure out my plan.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You know, it’s—”
A loud boom sounded, and the next moment, Frank was dropping toward the ground, both guns falling from his lifeless hands. Thomas blinked rapidly, trying to make sense out of the scene before him; everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The grass fluttered beneath his body as his weight settled on it, and a dark red stain was spreading out around him, turning the soil brown and wet. His eyes finally told his brain that Frank’s head was missing—it had been torn clean off his shoulders by the lioness standing over him, wearing an expression as bewildered as the rest of the pride’s.
Susanna stared around at them with her eyes wide, panting from the effort of ripping the man’s head off.
“Not from the start,” Frank admitted. “At first, when I didn’t know for sure you were demons, I just wanted you gone. Then I saw you change, when I was hiding down in the community center…I guess you guys do have blind spots.”
Thomas looked at him then. “Blind spots?”
Frank beamed, looking genuinely proud of himself. “You all are nose blind, just like any other human. Can’t smell your own shit. So I took advantage of that.” He paused, and his smile faltered. “Not literally. But I dressed in some of your clothes, and used the rest to make quilts and blanket so you wouldn’t see me coming. You could pick up a little of my scent, but not enough to pin me. Once I figured out you couldn’t see humans clearly in visions, I was all set.”
A frisson of terror moved through Thomas’ body, and he didn’t have to think of more questions to keep the man occupied—they just came pouring out of him.
“How did you know about the visions?”
Frank smiled nastily. “You think you’re the only people who know how to spy? I’ve been a lot closer than you think, Loverboy.” He winked, and a wave of revulsion moved through him. He must have seen us the other day.
“Why are you doing this?” Thomas demanded. “Why are you messing with us? We were going to fix your shop for you, and then move on with our lives. We had nothing to do with its destruction, you have to know that.”
“If you hadn’t been here, none of this would have happened!”
Thomas sucked air into his lungs sharply as Frank swung both of his guns toward him until they both pointed at his chest. His heart stopped, and he heard screams, but they seemed soft and distant.
Frank’s mouth set into a thin line, and he narrowed his eyes.
“No,” Thomas said frantically. He saw Natalie and Charlie exchange a look, but he didn’t dare move his head to see what it was. “Frank. Why are you doing this?”
“Because my niece got stuck by one of you beasts, and when I demanded she cut ties with him, she cut me off instead!” Thomas noticed that even the whites of Frank’s eyes were yellow. “My own flesh and blood shunned me. I know you don’t care about humans, but my niece was the last good thing I had in this god forsaken town.”
Frank’s thumbs pulled down on the hammers of both guns, and adrenaline shot through Thomas’ body. “I didn’t get to burn you to death, but I’ll burn you after. Wanna know something?” he smirked. “Your girl Leslie wasn’t completely wrong about the burial ground. There’s shifter bodies under that barn. Men like me have been putting them there for years. That’s why you’re all drawn to this land. That’s why you’re all transfixed on it.”
That’s how you snuck up on us, Thomas realized. Some weird shifter magic. Thanks a lot, metaphysics.
“Now, I think I’ll get this over with,” he said finally, and his voice was choked with tears. “None of you try anything funny, now. I’ll get you one at a time. Would have been better in the barn, but then you had to go and figure out my plan.” He chuckled and shook his head. “You know, it’s—”
A loud boom sounded, and the next moment, Frank was dropping toward the ground, both guns falling from his lifeless hands. Thomas blinked rapidly, trying to make sense out of the scene before him; everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The grass fluttered beneath his body as his weight settled on it, and a dark red stain was spreading out around him, turning the soil brown and wet. His eyes finally told his brain that Frank’s head was missing—it had been torn clean off his shoulders by the lioness standing over him, wearing an expression as bewildered as the rest of the pride’s.
Susanna stared around at them with her eyes wide, panting from the effort of ripping the man’s head off.
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