Welcome
to week 9 of Tease Me Thursday!
When it's not quite Friday, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite
authors and authors you haven't met yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of
all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7
words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For
this week, I thought I’d do something from
Shadows in the Night.
THE
black
cougar pulled the blanket to mid-hip. Chip’s chest was still bare, but hey, he
had to get his kicks somehow.
Ugh, raw steak. Stereotypical response.
See what looks like a wild animal and offer it raw, bloody meat. I prefer mine
medium-well, Chip.
He made another loop around the living
area. As far as he could tell, things had calmed down outside and the other
shifter was gone. The appearance of a new cougar worried him. He knew who all
the shifters were in town, and this one, he didn’t recognize. There was
something about its scent too—he smelled off. Wrong. He had made eye contact
when they fought and there was nothing, no humanity in the other cougar’s eyes.
All of his kind retained their morals while in spirit form. Whoever this was
had targeted Chip, and that was a mistake. Messing with a shifter’s mate not
only could result in death, but usually did. His kind tended to be… possessive.
He glanced back at Chip. His human was
snoring. All the excitement must have worn him out.
And what the hell is up with the “boy”
nickname all of a sudden? Do I look like a boy? We’ll see who the “boy” is when
I get your ass in bed and you’re under me screaming my name. Frankly, I don’t
think I can afford to wait much longer, with the appearance of that other
shifter. Of course, you need to know whose name to yell. First thing tomorrow,
I plan to remedy that, thanks to the Other. Just wish it didn’t have to be done
like this.
He’d taken to calling the new shifter
Other simply because he didn’t know who he was. Hours passed, and the night sky
lightened as daybreak approached. He decided it was safe for him to leave.
There had been no sign of the new shifter for hours.
Should I wake him? Ah well, where’s the fun
in that? Time to make a point, I think. One that he can’t ignore. Might as
well, because come tomorrow, he’s going to have to deal with the fact things
aren’t what they seem around here.
