to.
Marcy
Stevenson was no different. Her hair,
which was once a pretty blonde color, was red with the blood that should be
coursing through her veins. Her face was
marred by claw marks down her right cheek, her nude body displaying bite marks
and knife wounds.
Shifter .
Skylar
fought the bile as he sifted through the pictures, but one caught his
attention. It made his blood run cold
when he traced the X carved onto Marcy's left thigh. It couldn't be.
"He's
supposed to be dead," Skylar whispered.
"Who's
supposed to be dead?" Wesley.
Skylar
shook his head.
"I
learned a long time ago that if I knew their names then they were a real person
before I carried out their sentence. This X here is the calling card of the last case I was working on. I executed the guilty party after arriving
too late."
"Who
exactly are you?" Caleb's eyes
narrowed.
Skylar
sighed. "I'm an agent for the
shifter/human relations department for the Shifter Council. I am called on to execute those who purposefully
harm or kill humans putting our secret in danger."
Wesley
sat back in his chair and rubbed his chin. Skylar waited for somebody to say something. He slid the folder back to
Wesley and stood. The chair made an
earsplitting noise when he stood and it crashed to the ground. Wesley stood and gathered the file.
"If
you'll excuse me I've got to contact the council. With that pattern of injuries it's obvious a
shifter did this."
"Can
I count on the council for help?"
Skylar
sighed. "Of course you can. I'd be amazed if they didn't take over
completely."
Wesley
growled. Skylar held his hands up. He'd been a part of a Council take over more
than he'd ever wanted. Each time the
local shifters took offense to the high-handedness of the council.
"Calm down, bear. I'm the one you'll deal with and I wouldn't
dream of stepping on your toes," Skylar said his tone dripping with
sarcasm.
Caleb
laughed and slapped him on the back. "I believe I'm going to like you after all."
Wesley
shook his head. "First a cougar and
a mouse and now a dog wants to get into the pride. What's next?"
"I
make that call."
Skylar
took out his cell and made a call he never enjoyed making.
***
"We're
here," Xavier said when he pulled up to Haven’s.
"How
am I supposed to work when I won't know what's happening to you two?"
"We'll
be fine, Aspen. Don't worry about it,
Skylar will have it all fixed before I get back."
Aspen
turned to him and his wolf growled to see the tears still streaming from her
eyes. He got out of the SUV and was at
the passenger side before he knew what he was doing. He opened the door and pulled her into his
arms.
" Shh , Aspen, I promise that it will all work out. We all know that Skylar and I ain’t guilty."
She
cried into his chest and he held her.
"I'm
usually not like this." Aspen said
when she pulled away from his chest.
Xavier
cupped her cheeks and smoothed away the tears with his thumbs.
"I
know that, sweetheart; I've told you it's the pregnancy."
Aspen
smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his face down to hers. Xavier bridged the gap between them happy
that she wasn't crying any longer. He
hated to see her cry. But he did have to
admit he was becoming addicted to kissing her tears away. He started gentle, his lips barely grazing
hers, but soon he found he couldn't resist her. He couldn't resist the ease in which she gave him control. This time was no different. Aspen moaned when he pulled her ponytail a
little harder than gentle giving him instant access to her mouth.
Aspen
clung to him as he darted his tongue in and out of her mouth. He pulled her closer, her belly bumping
against his groin. Xavier pulled back
nibbling on her bottom lip. Aspen
groaned and tried to pull him closer. He
laughed and turned her toward the restaurant then patted her on the butt.
"Go
ahead and work,
Marcy
Stevenson was no different. Her hair,
which was once a pretty blonde color, was red with the blood that should be
coursing through her veins. Her face was
marred by claw marks down her right cheek, her nude body displaying bite marks
and knife wounds.
Shifter .
Skylar
fought the bile as he sifted through the pictures, but one caught his
attention. It made his blood run cold
when he traced the X carved onto Marcy's left thigh. It couldn't be.
"He's
supposed to be dead," Skylar whispered.
"Who's
supposed to be dead?" Wesley.
Skylar
shook his head.
"I
learned a long time ago that if I knew their names then they were a real person
before I carried out their sentence. This X here is the calling card of the last case I was working on. I executed the guilty party after arriving
too late."
"Who
exactly are you?" Caleb's eyes
narrowed.
Skylar
sighed. "I'm an agent for the
shifter/human relations department for the Shifter Council. I am called on to execute those who purposefully
harm or kill humans putting our secret in danger."
Wesley
sat back in his chair and rubbed his chin. Skylar waited for somebody to say something. He slid the folder back to
Wesley and stood. The chair made an
earsplitting noise when he stood and it crashed to the ground. Wesley stood and gathered the file.
"If
you'll excuse me I've got to contact the council. With that pattern of injuries it's obvious a
shifter did this."
"Can
I count on the council for help?"
Skylar
sighed. "Of course you can. I'd be amazed if they didn't take over
completely."
Wesley
growled. Skylar held his hands up. He'd been a part of a Council take over more
than he'd ever wanted. Each time the
local shifters took offense to the high-handedness of the council.
"Calm down, bear. I'm the one you'll deal with and I wouldn't
dream of stepping on your toes," Skylar said his tone dripping with
sarcasm.
Caleb
laughed and slapped him on the back. "I believe I'm going to like you after all."
Wesley
shook his head. "First a cougar and
a mouse and now a dog wants to get into the pride. What's next?"
"I
make that call."
Skylar
took out his cell and made a call he never enjoyed making.
***
"We're
here," Xavier said when he pulled up to Haven’s.
"How
am I supposed to work when I won't know what's happening to you two?"
"We'll
be fine, Aspen. Don't worry about it,
Skylar will have it all fixed before I get back."
Aspen
turned to him and his wolf growled to see the tears still streaming from her
eyes. He got out of the SUV and was at
the passenger side before he knew what he was doing. He opened the door and pulled her into his
arms.
" Shh , Aspen, I promise that it will all work out. We all know that Skylar and I ain’t guilty."
She
cried into his chest and he held her.
"I'm
usually not like this." Aspen said
when she pulled away from his chest.
Xavier
cupped her cheeks and smoothed away the tears with his thumbs.
"I
know that, sweetheart; I've told you it's the pregnancy."
Aspen
smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his face down to hers. Xavier bridged the gap between them happy
that she wasn't crying any longer. He
hated to see her cry. But he did have to
admit he was becoming addicted to kissing her tears away. He started gentle, his lips barely grazing
hers, but soon he found he couldn't resist her. He couldn't resist the ease in which she gave him control. This time was no different. Aspen moaned when he pulled her ponytail a
little harder than gentle giving him instant access to her mouth.
Aspen
clung to him as he darted his tongue in and out of her mouth. He pulled her closer, her belly bumping
against his groin. Xavier pulled back
nibbling on her bottom lip. Aspen
groaned and tried to pull him closer. He
laughed and turned her toward the restaurant then patted her on the butt.
"Go
ahead and work,
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