Free PrimalFlavor by Danica Avet Page A

sight, appearing out from beneath the
house and crossing the ground-level landing to her stairs. A wolf. Not
indigenous to the area. They had coyotes and sometimes a stray red wolf would
pass through, but both canines were half the size of the big fucker she’d just
seen.
    And that meant only one thing. It was a shifter.
    She shook her head, confusion taking over some of the fear. What
the hell was a wolf shifter doing at her house and what was it fighting? Then
she saw a familiar striped body charge after the wolf. She lowered the gun, shock
and anxiety swirling inside her. The two shifters disappeared under the house
again, a massive ball of fangs, claws and fur. Whatever they were fighting
over, it looked as though they had every intention of killing each other.
    She eased down one more step only to see the wolf latch on to
Zach’s throat, his teeth sinking deep. Her breath caught. They were trying to kill each other. Colette forgot everything but the desperately stupid
crush she had for Zach. It didn’t matter that he’d only been amusing himself at
her expense, or that her daddy would root for the wolf to finish the tiger off,
or that he was being attacked by a strange shifter. It only mattered that she
put a stop to it somehow.
    She lifted the BB gun and aimed, but they were moving too
fast for her to get a good bead on the wolf. She couldn’t kill him and not just
because her BB gun wouldn’t do any good. Although the wolf was hurting Zach, he
was still human. Sort of.
    “Shit,” she whispered, the sound not breaking into the
intense battle going on beneath her house.
    The two males—she could tell that much when the wolf flipped
over to go after Zach again—rolled right into her truck, which groaned beneath
their combined weight. She winced. But before she could shout to get their attention,
they rolled in the opposite direction and slammed into one of the beams
supporting her house, making the entire structure shudder. Colette’s eyes
widened as she stared at the beam that now listed to the side. They were going
to destroy her damn house.
    Outrage replaced some of her fear. It was fine for him and
whomever the damn wolf was to have some kind of pissy shifter fight under her
house. What did they care if they were destroying everything she worked hard
for? They’d trot back to Maison Rouge and leave her with a disaster. The more
she watched them rolling around, hitting her truck, bumping into her boat
trailer and repeatedly wrapping each other around the pilings of her home, the
angrier Colette grew. But it wasn’t until they knocked over her crab traps,
crushing the fragile wire beneath their heavy asses that she finally had
enough.
    She stomped back upstairs, muttering under her breath, no
longer caring if they heard her or not. She almost hoped they did hear her,
because then they’d know they were in deep shit.
    “Goddamn arrogant shifter men,” she mumbled to herself as
she stormed into her house.
    Her eyes shot around the somewhat clean space, looking for
something, anything to teach them a lesson. She was so tired of shifter men
thinking because they were “alphas” they could just trot right over everyone,
shifter and human. Smug bastards.
    She could get a shotgun and scare the hell out of them, but
she didn’t want to alert her family about their unexpected visitors. For
whatever reason, she wanted to keep Zach’s appearance beneath her house a
secret and it had nothing to do with the curl of arousal that returned,
stronger than ever now that she knew he was here.
    The house shook again and she became a little more desperate
to find something that would stop the fight. Then the pitcher of ice-cold water
snagged her attention.
    Colette didn’t need a mirror to know her grin was evil
because she could feel it. It was full of an unholy glee that would’ve made her
cousin, and Our Lady of Angels’ Father François make the sign of the cross and
call for an exorcism. The Bayou Ange church