Southern Shifters: Lone Wolf Wanted (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF

Ezrah’s wolf snarled and snapped inside his head, demanding that he turn around and go back to the feline they had left sated and sleeping in the cabin.
    His wolf could go fuck off for all he cared. He wasn’t turning his motorcycle around for anything. The cat brought out too many emotions he didn’t understand, including the confusing emotion of wanting to stay with Kinks. It was too much for him to handle.
    There must have been a reason his great-grandfather Cherokee Bill had abandoned his great-grandmother Pearl. Probably the same reason his grandfather had deserted his grandmother and the same with his father and mother. The Goldsby wolves were meant to be lone wolves.
    That was why he was passing the state line now with no intention of stopping.
    It was also why Kinks was better off without him.

Chapter Seven
     
    One month later …
     
    Pulling into the parking lot of a little shifter-friendly diner Ezrah, parked his motorcycle under the hot August sun.
    After leaving North Carolina, he had taken the slow, scenic route down the coast to Florida, hit the beach for one day in Miami, and then headed north then west toward Louisiana. He didn’t have a particular destination in mind; he was just traveling the roads, trying to find some semblance of inner peace again.
    Ezrah hadn’t quite felt like his normal self since he had snuck out of Kink’s cabin, which bothered him.
    Why was he still thinking of the cat a month later?
    It wasn’t as if she was a passing thought. No, she was the main one. If he passed a nice view, his mind automatically wondered what Kinks would think of it. When he saw a sexy pair of women’s leather pants that laced up the side, he envisioned them on her hot, curvy body. It seemed wherever he went, the feisty brunette wasn’t far from his mind.
    Walking into the diner, he decided to sit at the bar instead of waiting for a table. The place might be a little mom and pop operation, but it was jam-packed with customers. He would get faster service if he sat at the counter and ordered his food there.
    While he was looking over the menu, a small child’s voice off to the right caught his attention.
    “Daddy, Sonya told me on the playground today that cats rule and dogs drool. Is that true?”
    An unexpected laugh popped out of his mouth. He didn’t know who was surprised more: him or the waitress who had just stopped in front of him on the other side of the counter.
    Wiping the smile off his face, Ezrah ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a large vanilla milkshake.
    Once the waitress took his order down and walked away, he turned his head to look for the child who had made him laugh.
    Over in a booth behind him and to the right was a couple sitting with their daughter. Taking a deep breath, Ezrah could scent that they were shifters of the wolf variety, and the scent of utter contentment poured off all three of them.
    The little girl was drawing on her piece of paper with a red crayon while her mother laughed silently at the father’s perplexed expression.
    Speaking so quietly a human wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation, the father asked the little girl, “Is Sonya a feline shifter, pumpkin?”
    The little girl with pigtails nodded. “Yep. I don’t understand why she said dogs drool, Daddy. You don’t drool when you’re a dog.”
    This time, the man’s wife didn’t bother to hold in her laughter as the man tried to hush the little girl’s loud words. She let it ring loudly, and the man ran his hand over his face in bewilderment.
    Out of the corner of his eye, Ezrah watched the scene a little longer, interested in how the man was going to reprimand his young daughter on speaking about shifters in public. He doubted the father would be too severe since she was so young.
    Leaning forward, the father grabbed his little girl’s hand to get her attention. “Remember what I said about keeping secrets, pumpkin? How you can’t talk about Mommy and Daddy or you being a wolf out in