Welcome to 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.
