Free Big Gator: A BBW shape shifter paranormal romance by Annora Soule

get him out
of there.  All we have left was a chunk of his lower jaw.
                  Brandy
panicked.  Was this a section of a human or gator jaw? 
McEvans didn’t sound like he was suspicious about the jawbone, so
either it had to be a small chunk of human bone, or a large chunk of
gator bone.
                  Brandy
also wondered which one had died.  The other two were trapped,
and she'd be coming face to face with them soon. She knew that the
Cliburns would be out for her scaly ass for real this time. 
                  She
had to figure out a plan to get rid of them as soon as possible. 
Knowing that McEvans had kept them alive against his better
judgement, this meant that he wouldn't be so sad if something
'accidentally' happened to them on Brandy's watch.
                 “ Do
you still have the jawbone?”
                 “ Yeah,
why?”
                 “ Can
I see it?”
                 “ Uh,
sure,” McEvans said.  “Why?”
                 “ I
told you, I've been around gators my whole life.  Just humor me
on this.”
                  McEvans
took her outside of the swamp area, back to his office and the indoor
kennel facilities.
                  When
he handed her the jawbone, Brandy was relieved.  It was
definitely a large chunk of gator bone. But she also could tell that
the gator who died wasn't Hugh.  And it wasn’t Bob, since
there were no missing teeth.  This was the jaw of a gator that
measured maybe seven feet.  That would be Jesse, the youngest
brother.
                  Well,
this was poetic justice. It
was not what she had intended, but it was kin for kin, and Jesse was
no innocent.  After all, it was Jesse who had messed up her
ankle.
                 “ What
do you see that I don’t?” McEvans asked her.
                  Suddenly,
Brandy felt compelled to do something that would be very, very bad if
anyone knew about it.  Somehow, though, her gut told her it
would be okay to go ahead and do it anyway.
                 “ Okay,
I'm going to tell you something that most people don't know,”
Brandy said.  She was about to take a big risk here, but she
owed this man her life.  And she figured that what she was about
to explain to him would NOT betray the shifter community, but it
could save some lives, both human and shifter, assuming that
increasing numbers of sloppy and careless shifters (okay herself
included, she had to admit) kept getting caught by wily trappers.
                 “ This
was not your typical gator,” she said. “This is a rare species.”
                  McEvans
looked at her quizzically.  She was making this up as she went. 
Her thinking went something like this:
                  She
wanted to somehow explain that there was a 'mystery' species out
there with a different pattern of behavior than regular alligators,
without giving away any information about the Hoodoo curse and
exposing the seven families.  McEvans would be intrigued. She
could teach him how to deal with shifters, without his knowing they
were shifters.
                 “ See
how this jawline is pretty oval for the most part, but then his snout
is actually is not rounded, but suddenly becomes triangular?”
                  McEvans
studied the jaw, and then realized she was right.  There was
something about this that didn't match the skeletal structure of the
typical snout of a normal alligator. Actually, upon closer
inspection, it shared some similarities to that of a crocodile.
                 “ Now
that I’m looking at this, it looks like some type of alligator-croc
half-breed.  What do you think?” he asked her. “You
understand why I’m asking that, right?”
                  Brandy
did. And suddenly she was relieved.  He had given her an out