“I like how you think. You see, I have a feeling you are important to someone close to me. Call it intuition if you will.” She stepped closer to him, her heels sinking into the ground, making her growl in a human way.
Thadd shifted his focus behind her, noticing three small felines. Well small to him. “You smell like dog, yet you have three little kitties hiding behind you.”
“Those are crotch goblins who will scratch your eyes out if you speak of them in such a low manner. I, on the other hand, will zip your lips shut if you call my mate a dog. Only I can say things like that.”
He noticed those little sparks were falling from her fingers again. The last time he pissed a powerful female off, he’d been stuck in his shifted form wearing silver sparkle booty shorts. While he appreciated the shorts since they appeared whenever he shifted back to human form if he wanted, which he did because they were comfy and well, he liked to shock people, he knew a pissed off powerful female could really fuck with a male if she wanted.
“I apologize,”—he trailed off, waiting for her to fill in the blank with her name. When she continued to stare at him without speaking, he let out a heavy sigh—"my name is Thadd. What is yours?”
The three crotch goblins came up, obviously recognizing he was one of their species, circling his bike. Thadd’s lion rose. The alpha not able to allow even the little creatures to get a sense of security without him letting them know he was the King of the Pride, whether they were part of his or not, he was the biggest, baddest, and fiercest lion in the vicinity.
Like all felines, and most other predators who met him, the little creatures tucked tail before hiding behind their female. Her eyes narrowed on him while she looked down at the little animals, then back at him.
“I am Zelda.”
“Nice to meet you, Zelda.” Thadd dipped his head in respect.
She tossed her hands in the air. “That’s it?”
“Am I supposed to say or do something?” What the fuck? Here he was, a lion out riding his bike, minding his own business, when some magical female obviously did something that made him stop. Nah, bro, she needs to spit the shit out and be done with it.
“I wanted to meet you first. We’ve met, so you may go. I believe we will be seeing quite a lot of one another. Safe journey,” she mumbled, walking backward, nearly tripping on her five-inch heels with red bottoms.
“Whoa, that’s it? You obviously stopped my bike with your sparkle shooting fingers. Come out here in your Devil Wears Prada outfit, your LV shoes, with those three crotch thingies. Now you’re all like bye, and I’m supposed to smile and nod, and just ride away?” Thadd asked, his voice rose with the last few words. Women were crazy.
“Okay, first, marks for knowing this is Prada because it’s Tuesday, and I only wear Prada on Tuesdays. Second, if you see magic, then you’re the right one for the job, and that means my task here is done. Also, my mate, who happens to be the most gorgeous werewolf on the planet is coming. And no, I don’t mean that in a sexual, inside me way. Although I do wish it was because we have twins, Audrey and Henry, who are putting a kink in that department, and his joystick, which I love oh so much, isn’t seeing inside of me nearly as much as I’d like.”
Thadd pinched the bridge of his nose. For one, he was hoping he could stop the scent of the female and her clear need for her male from hitting him, and two, to stave off the scent of angry wolf racing toward them. “Zelda, are you aware your mate is hurtling himself toward us as we speak, and when he gets here, he’s going to scent your need?”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He slid his leg over the seat of his bike. Even if he knew he could take her mate, Thadd didn’t know exactly what she was. “Prepare yourself for your mate and undo whatever you did to my bike.”
The female twitched her fingers. Seconds later, the Harley roared to life. “Incoming, Zelda,” he warned the crazy female but didn’t sit around and wait for the fallout between her and the wolf. He had a feeling he’d be seeing one or both of them again, sooner rather than later. Damn foolish female with the power he could literally see crackling around her, and the equally crazy ass wolf mate, and let’s not forget her crotch goblins he could hear giggling like the little fuckers they were.
Chapter Three
Thadd rode back the way he’d come, knowing his cat would be the one to dictate when he’d be stopping. Or at least he hoped like hell the feline would. Hell, at this point in his journey, he wasn’t sure what the fuck he was doing. He’d left Texas and just rode and continued to ride. His ass would probably be sore if he hadn’t been a shifter who allowed his beast to have his skin regularly.
Leaving Wolfs Run, he’d stopped in New Orleans because, hello, the city had the best damn food. Their sugary confection they called beignets, but he called heaven was something he’d drive an entire day to devour. After that he’d continued on up to Georgia, which was about ten hours into his journey where he’d spent the night, wondering if his lion would wake him with an epiphany or some shit. When that didn’t happen, but the urge to hit the road did, he followed his instincts and did just that, stopping in Atlanta. Only that city had his beast clawing to get out and maim humans who got too close to
