Jaguar shifter, Brent, is on the most important mission of his life, to find his missing brothers. Separated years ago when their family home was attacked by the Ravens, Brent has never forgotten his lost siblings and will do anything to bring them back home. Then he finds out that one man holds the key to their location, a Hawk shifter named Daniel.
Daniel has been on the run from the Ravens ever since they nearly eradicated all of his kind. Hiding by living as a human, the last thing he wants is to be sucked back into the shifter world. Then he wakes up to find a Jaguar shifter in his bedroom, demanding his help. Even though he wants to refuse, Daniel takes one look at the desperation in Brent’s eyes and knows he has to help.
Even the smallest child knows that cats and birds don’t mix. It still doesn’t stop the two men’s growing attraction to each other. Even as they fight new and old enemies, their feelings of love grow. Will they be able to overcome a lifetime’s worth of hatred and prejudice to be together? Or will they have the pay the ultimate price for love?
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A Feral Christmas
Copyright © 2009 Stephani Hecht
ISBN: 978-1-55487-444-6
Cover art by Angela Waters
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A Feral Christmas
Lost Shifter Series Book Two
By
Stephani Hecht
Smashwords Edition
Dedication
To all my readers. Thank you for everything.
Chapter One
If sun-kissed beaches, ocean waves and margaritas were a gift from God, then ice, snow and blizzards were Satan’s great big fuck you to the world.
Daniel took a bracing breath before he got out of his car and stepped into the beginnings of an impressive blizzard. Instantly, the frigid air seeped through his heavy leather coat and he started to shiver. A cold wind slammed into his body, making him slide across a patch of ice before he regained his footing.
Yep, this was definitely the work of the man downstairs.
If there was one thing Daniel had never grown used to, it was cold weather. Maybe it was because he was a Hawk shifter and the bird in him didn’t like snow. There was a valid reason all his full animal counterparts formed those Vs and headed south every year. If he had half a brain, he would have joined them instead of letting a low paying job and a sense of anonymity keep him in Minnesota where his only form of entertainment was watching his balls freeze off.
Hell maybe his brother Colin had been right by calling him a whiny nancy. Of course, it had been nearly two decades ago that Colin had flung those parting words his way, but something told him his brother’s opinion hadn’t changed over the years.
Regardless, Daniel couldn’t wait to get inside the house and get a fire started. Maybe he’d even add some Peppermint Schnapps to the mix, really live life on the edge. Throw in his Snuggie and then he’d be in heaven, Satan be damned. The only thing missing would be a warm, willing body to rub against, but then you always didn’t get everything you wanted.
Pulling the collar of his jacket up to shield his face from another harsh gust of wind, he hurried up the driveway of the old farmhouse he called home. It was rundown and he had to watch his footing as he went up the warped steps of the porch. He wasn’t about to complain since he’d lived in worse places.
It was night out, the sky seeming to be even darker since he was out in BFE and there were no streetlights. That was before you added the heavy snowfall that was getting stronger with each passing minute. Even with his enhanced vision, he had trouble seeing more than a few feet. 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. No creatures were lurking about, and most importantly, no Ravens flying in the sky. Now that would ruin his holidays faster than a green Santa-costume-wearing monster with a stingy fetish.
Still, he stared at the snow-covered landscape for several minutes. His heart pounded and white puffs of frost billowed from his mouth as he breathed heavily. Needing to feel the reassuring touch of cool steel, he slid his hand inside his coat to finger the butt of his Glock.