Free Her Mighty Shifter by C.L. Scholey Page B

old is he? Two?” Posy snarled as he walked away.
    “You’re not mean.” Maximus chuckled. “You really should come with a warning sign.”
    “I hope everyone heeds his warning.”
    “No worries. The snake shifters get the message out fast. I can just hear them hissing: ‘watch out for the flower chick, she’s got a mean right cross’.”
    “Posies were my mother’s favorite.”
    “Posy is my favorite.”
    He shifted and scooped her up onto his back where he bounded in easy leaps up the side of a cliff. Small caves dotted the cliff, and Maximus climbed into one. The area was spacious and dry. A small circle of rocks held the blackened wood once used for fire. He set Posy on her feet and took off returning shortly with soft bulrushes and other vegetation for a bed. Next he brought fish, smaller than the sturgeon but large enough to be satisfying. After starting a fire and draping the food over a stick to cook they settled onto the bed.
    “Will I be hunted forever?” Posy was feeling a little overwhelmed.
    My hand hurts, stupid snake.
    “No. Word among shifters is fast.”
    “You don’t have electronics.”
    “We don’t need any. Animals can converse over large areas faster than Twitter. Ours is more like tweeters—birds.”
    “Tweety Bird. I can visualize a bunch of yellow birds talking to a puddy tat.”
    “In the meantime we have the rest of our lives to be happy. All you need is to be covered in my scent. I think I can arrange that.”
    Maximus ran his hand down her arm to her hip. She loved the way he gazed into her eyes. Who knew one fateful night she would meet her mate outside a bar? Her mighty shifter had turned out to be mighty incredible.
     
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