out of me, Fee. I can’t watch that again.”

“Life doesn’t always play fair or nice, it might happen again. I can make no promises, but I will try, I am not enjoying this pain.” He wrapped his hand over my shoulder and began to play with my hair.

“I know.”

“Was that the bad guy we got?”

“Yes, he has been in hiding for decades. He was on the wanted list, and most thought he finally died, but now he is really dead, and the council is pleased.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Mr. Thomas is finally dead.” He sighed as I closed my eyes, pleased the pain would be worth it. “They will let me open a minor holding here in San Antonio. They are sure he had other followers that will continue his work, and I want to stay here. Some of the mages captured are untrained and need help.”

“You are staying here?”

“Yes, I want to stay. You are part of your motorcycle club, and protect them, you are one of them, and they care for you, help you without question. I know this is your home. Seattle isn’t my home; I have been traveling for years, and if I am going to settle, it will be near you. I hope you will have me, but I am staying to be close.”

“For me?”

“Yes, for you, the mages, the issue that might still be here. I can’t leave knowing they could come for you, and well, honestly, I am tired of living without you in my life.”

“That seems to be a lot.”

“Fee, you and I are something together; lovers, friends, everything. This is your home, and I want to be part of it.”

“Even with my gangster ways?”

“As long as you don’t try to get me in leather pants, sure, why not?”

“You will need to learn to ride a bike, or they will give you grief forever for riding bitch to me.”

“I will. So, can I stay?”

“Please stay with me.”

“Always.”

About the Author

W.M. Dawson is a long-term editor, and freelance writer. Finally, she’s free to explore the fiction side of writing, exploring different venues. Raised in the southwest parts of America and currently living in Albuquerque, New Mexico, she lives with her patient and understanding husband, and many cats who think they rule the place. She is starting her publishing career with anthology work and is currently working on novels. She also writes under Wendy Cheairs.

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Part VI

Blind Spot

South Texas Dark Leopards Chapter

By Annelise Reynolds

Prologue

Camilla

Eleven Years Old

“Mom,” I choked out around the tears clouding my vision, not understanding what was going on as my mom was brought into the locked bedroom to see me.

I hadn’t seen her in days, ever since dad’s funeral, which was over a week ago. I’d been held prisoner in this room since we got home from the burial ceremony. The only contact I had with anyone was when someone from the skulk brought me food. I was scared, alone, and confused.

The first day I’d been so emotionally drained from the grief that I just slept through everything. It was the next day that it started sinking in that something was terribly wrong. I started calling for my mom to help me, but she didn’t show up, Malcolm did.

“Stop your fucking crying,” he yelled at me, then said he was the new Alpha for the Greys. He’d taken over the skulk and my family.

“I want my mother.” I tried to be brave like my dad taught me to be, but something about Malcolm terrified me.

I didn’t expect the hand that landed across my face and sent me flying into the floor. It took me by total surprise. I’d never been hit before. Dad never would’ve allowed it, nor would Mom, but they weren’t here. Malcolm was, and he was in charge now.

“You stupid girl. Your mother won’t be coming for you until she agrees to my terms, Camilla. So, you might as well stop your fucking crying.”

My cheek and jaw throbbed, but I didn’t dare move. I was partly in shock over the force he had hit me with and partly overcome with fear that he was aiming to do it again or worse. What terms? What did he want from my mother?

Two more days went by before the lock on my bedroom door was opened. My mother stood in front of me, looking tired and scared.

“Mom,” I whispered, moving toward her quickly. My cheek was still splotched with a bruise where Malcolm slapped me, but my injuries were nothing compared to hers. My shifter healing was taking care of my injuries rapidly, but Mom was a human. She didn’t heal like the rest of us.

Her eye was swollen shut, and her lip was busted. Bruises marred the side of her face and her arms. I couldn’t understand why Malcolm was doing this. He was my dad’s second and friend. Why was he doing this to us?

She hugged me tight and pulled me closer. “It’s okay, Cami.” She stroked my back and kept her voice soft, trying to reassure me. “I’m going to get us out of this,” she promised, kissing my hair and squeezing me tighter.

“How?” I sobbed into her shoulder. How could she make things right? Dad was gone, Malcolm had me locked in a bedroom and was using my mom as a punching bag, now he was keeping us apart. I didn’t understand why. I didn’t understand any of it.

“Trust me, Cami. I’m going to get you out of this room.”

86

Six

“Motherfucker!” I ground out a curse as I felt my body start to tense and brace for what was coming. Being psychic had some drawbacks, and being buried balls deep in a woman when a vision was about to intrude was one of them.

“Six?” Nikki tried to get me to keep moving within her, but I couldn’t.

Having sex and a vision at the same time didn’t mesh well. The longer I held off, the more

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