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Callie’s birdlike neck. With the animal guiding her, Kitty stormed out
of the bedroom and down the extra-wide stairs.
    “Oh shit. Kitty! Stop,” Daisy called out, racing after her.
“She didn’t catch him. Damn. Mama, open the front door!”
    Kitty’s bear didn’t pay attention to anything but the need
to get outside and hunt her mate down. Tante Claudette appeared in the
foyer, her eyes wide, but she still flung the door open before Kitty reached
it. Then she was outside, her head tilted back as she let loose with a
grizzly’s enraged roar.
    She was going hunting.
    * * * * *
    Monk glared at the annoying female sitting across from him.
“I was eating alone,” he snarled. “The diner has several other places to sit.”
    Callie only laughed, tilting her head back as though he’d
told the funniest joke. “Oh, Monk, you’re just a grumpy kitty today, aren’t
you?”
    Grumpy didn’t even begin to express his frame of mind. He
hadn’t seen his mate in the three days since his confession. No one in town had
seen her either. Oh sure, Claudette said she was working hard, but Monk had seen
Kitty playing Angry Birds. He smiled, wondering if the title of the game should
be changed to Angry Bears and the pigs replaced by cats. It would be a hit.
    “Now that’s what I like to see,” Callie said with a lilt to
her voice. “I’m glad you’re happy to see me because I wanted to talk with you
about— Holy shit!”
    Monk blinked at his high school one-night mistake to see
that her face had paled considerably as she stared at something over his
shoulder. Wondering what could have possibly made the annoyingly bold female
react that way, Monk looked over his shoulder and beheld his mate lumbering
down Main Street, headed straight for the diner.
    He leapt out of his chair, heart in his throat. Kitty would
never in a million years take to the streets in her bear suit if something
wasn’t wrong. Ignoring the squawking coming from Callie and whispers from the
other townspeople, Monk hit the door at a dead run, his only thought to get to
his mate. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t contacted him since he told her his
dark secret. It didn’t matter that he’d been miserable every fucking minute
since that day. She needed him and he would be there.
    Monk ran forward, meeting her in the middle of Main Street,
his gaze flickering over her. He didn’t smell blood, didn’t see any damage to
her, which meant she was here on someone else’s behalf. She had to be.
    “Kitty-Cat, what’s wrong? Is it—?”
    He didn’t get to finish the question because his calm,
rational mate wrapped her mouth around his arm, careful to keep her fangs from
puncturing his skin and began dragging him down the street. Monk didn’t fight
her, not that it would do any good. Kitty outweighed him in her current form
and he wasn’t exactly in the mood to lose a limb. Whatever reason she had for
coming to get him in town was a good one.
    She didn’t take him far, pulling him down one of the side
streets, before she guided him down an alley behind Zack Trahan’s bakery, and
relative privacy. She released his arm, but didn’t shift right away. No, she
backed him against the wall with her size and began to sniff him.
    Monk stared in bemusement at the massive head of his mate as
she wiggled her snout over the front of his body. It was weird, but even
weirder was his body’s reaction to it. His cock hardened and his balls grew
tight. He shifted his feet to relieve the pressure on his groin and bit back a
moan when Kitty’s snout lowered to that area. He didn’t know what she was
looking for, but if she didn’t stop, she’d get more than she bargained for.
    Just when he thought he might embarrass himself by coming in
his jeans like a teenager, she shifted to her human form. Not that a naked
Kitty would help him discover his control. She hadn’t allowed him even the
briefest glimpse of her body except for her pussy during their encounter at