Maya as his bike ate up the ground. How had she managed to link into him last night ? That one still had him stumped. He wished there was someone he could talk to about mates, but there was no one he knew. He'd mostly been a loner since he'd lost his family. He had employees, but even they didn't know him as he left that part of the business in the hands of managers. He kept tabs on his business affairs from wherever he happened to be, a laptop and internet connection were all he required to do that. Once a week he got updates - unless there was an emergency, and if that ever arose he had the funds to take last minute flights if he was needed. Not that it had happened recently, not since the Wall Street crash in 1987. At the time it had sent a shock wave through the whole hedge funding community, but that was over 30-years ago now. Now his business dealings ticked along nicely without any major setbacks. He enjoyed what he did for a living, betting on the next sure thing, it was lucrative and it allowed him some anonymity. He had people who fronted the business for him and every 40-years or so his son took over from him. Not that he had a son as he needed a moon sworn mate for that one. Only moon bound mates could produce young. He didn't have a clue how that one worked, but it did. Otherwise there'd be a shit load of illegitimate shifters running around the world now. Not all youths had control over their hormones, and not all of them practiced safe sex. They didn't need to as a shifter was incapable of getting any human diseases, actually there was very few things that could affect a shifter. He did remember some of his father's teachings. One of them being that although they weren't susceptible to disease or at risk of unwanted pregnancy - as they could only pre-produce with a mate. It was better to blend in and use protection, one less question raised, and those he didn't need. There were also very few things that could kill one of them either. Silver bullets and religious artefacts were just bullshit lies and superstition told by fanatics. Come to think of it he didn't have a clue where that particular theory had originated from. Probably someone pulling someone's leg, and it had turned into Chinese whispers. The only way to kill one of their kind was by taking the head or heart, but that didn't happen often. He cut off that particular train of thought as it just caused him pain. He had other more pressing matters to attend to at the moment, like claiming his mate. He needed to bind her to him so he could keep his immortality. Not that he was particularly worried over whether he lived or died, no. What concerned him was losing it and never being able to gain the justice and retribution he wanted for his slain family. So maybe being immortal did have some benefits because if he kept it he'd have time. Eternal time, time to hunt down every clue that would lead him to the justice he was desperate for.
Now he was thinking along the line of mates and young, the immortality may also be the reason that only mates could produce young. Nature's way of population control. Otherwise the world would be overrun with them, and the earth only had so many resources.
Dropping the thoughts he turned the corner as he came to the end of the tree line and there was the houses. Home sweet home , he thought as he rode into the front garden of the property that would be his home for the time being. He hit the fob that he'd attached to his keys and the garage door rose, allowing him to ride straight inside. Closing it behind him, he switched off the engine, removed the keys and his helmet and dismounted. He then placed his helmet with his spare in the carry case he'd had fitted and unclipped his rucksack and laptop bag. Searching through the keys he found the right one, opening the side door to the house which was conveniently positioned inside the garage. He hadn't
Maurizio de Giovanni, Antony Shugaar