Roar for Her: A BBW Paranormal Weretiger Shape Shifter Romance (Sassy Shifter Brides Book 4)

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Book: Roar for Her: A BBW Paranormal Weretiger Shape Shifter Romance (Sassy Shifter Brides Book 4) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Anya Nowlan
intently. Nothing struck him as off in the nighttime forest. An owl in the distance, the skittering of insects and a slight rustle in the underbrush, all normal sounds. His lips thinned, and he crossed his arms over his chest. Everything seemed fine but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong. He could blame it on his hormones playing tricks on him, the haze of needing to mate clouding his judgment, but he doubted it was just that. No, something was amiss. Slate glanced over his shoulder at the closed door of the cabin. She would be sound asleep for hours. He leapt from the porch, transforming into a powerful tiger mid-leap.
     
    His already tall and muscular body elongated even more before bursting with muscle and becoming covered with a thick coat of reddish orange and black. His determined jaw and curved lips turned into the fearsome maw of a Siberian tiger, growing huge teeth powerful enough to crush a skull. When he touched the ground, it was soundless, the seven hundred pound predator landing as softly as a housecat on paws the size of dinner plates. His whiskers twitched as the animal was allowed full reign, the human retreating into the parts where the beast usually resided. Instead of human sensibilities, his main reliance now was on his senses and his instincts. His golden eyes seemed to almost glow in the darkness as he disappeared into the forest with quick bounds, determined to check out the areas he could without straying too far from Teresa. Nothing was going to hurt her. He wouldn’t allow it.
     
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    Time spent with Teresa seemed easy, as if it drifted by. He couldn’t stop smiling when he explored the mountains with Teresa, giving her ample time to take pictures and catalogue the areas while he scouted for entrances and exits from the mountains and valleys and looked out for anything unusual. It wasn’t that he was expecting to see much, but the unease that had gripped him when they first approached the mountains still clung to him tightly. Each night he would patrol around the cabin, getting more and more restless and anxious, and every day he would make certain that Teresa didn’t stray too far from him. It was physically painful being away from her. His tiger knew exactly what that meant, but his human side could not yet accept the truth that seemed so evident to the beast. Could it be that the woman he was meant to bond with was not a weretigress at all, but a human?
     
    It was a bright, sunshiny day, and Slate and Teresa had just sat down to enjoy a meal by a small bubbling stream. Teresa’s hair was tucked back into a loose bun, just a few strands framing her gorgeous face. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
    “So, tell me something I don’t know yet,” Slate said, leaning back on his elbows on the blanket they’d brought to sit on. They had prepared a modest spread of sandwiches, fruit and juice, but the simplicity of it all had its charm. Slate had completely lost his appetite for anything other than the delicious woman in front of him from the first moment he laid eyes on her.
    “Like what?” Teresa asked, cocking a brow at him in a teasing way. Just as Slate was pondering how best to define his question, looking a bit dopey and thoughtful, Teresa snapped a picture. She burst out in giggles when she looked at the picture, and a familiar warmth boiled at the pit of his stomach at the sound of her lovely voice. God, what he wouldn’t do to cover her mouth with his and drink in those giggles, kissing her senseless.
    “Like what made you want to become a photographer. And a teacher,” he said, smiling slightly. She’d been so shy when they first met, but each day saw her becoming more open and comfortable around him. It didn’t matter much, he adored her either way, but it was nice seeing her laugh. She turned the camera around, and the face that looked back at Slate was not one of a proud, powerful tiger Alpha, but of a somewhat geeky, love struck cat
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