when he came to Deals Gap . It had been furnished, but he’d given the old stuff away to another family in town and bought items that were more his style. A leather couch, a glass coffee table. A kickass ster eo system for the flat screen.
It was very man-cave, but since it was just him, he didn’t mind. If he had a mate, he’d be happy to see her touch in the house, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever find one . There were unmated females in Deals Gap , but none of them had sparked his beasts’ mating instincts. The females hadn’t seemed all that interested in him, either. He knew he was oddly colored in his shifted form – who the hell had ever seen a blue -and-black striped wolf in the wild? – and in his human form he was a big guy with one green eye and one blue eye. Females, it appeared, didn’t mind oddities in one form or the other, but that he had visible difference s in both forms seemed to put them off.
Shaking himself from thoughts that would only make him feel lonelier, he dressed in jeans and a fitted t-shirt, shoved his feet into boots, and pushed his wallet into his back pocket. He stepped out onto the porch and inhaled deeply. He loved this time of day. There was something very magical about twilight, when the sun was setting and the night was creeping in. He climbed in his truck and headed for the bar. He’d have a beer or two, maybe shoot a couple games of pool with the guys from the crew, and then head home.
As he pulled into the crowded parking lot, he saw Veron’s SUV and knew he was most likely with Felix and the crew . I f Jair went into the bar, he’d be forced to face him. Veron wanted to talk to him; had been almost desperate for it during the year that Jair had been in town. When Jair first came to town, Veron had been waiting. Jair hadn’t had anything nice to say to him. The male h ad been a ghost his whole life, and his affair with Jair’s mother had caused him to be an outcast. The pride males had suspected that Jair wasn’t entirely tiger, and when he’d shifted into a wolf their suspicions were confirmed that his mother had an affair with a wolf. That had caused her to be shunned by all but a few of her family members. Seeing Veron gave Jair murderous thoughts.
Getting out of the truck, he paused, staring at the bar and considering going home. He could go for a run in the woods and sleep out under the stars. He hadn’t done that in a while.
Eventually he knew Felix would force the issue and insist that Jair talk to Veron. But until that time, he was content to let things be as they were between them, with Veron staying the hell on his side of town, and Jair on the other.
The door to the bar opened and a young woman stepped out. The light over the bar captured her fully as she paused and looked over her shoulder.
“I’m just going to get my coat,” she said.
The door shut and she looked around the parking lot . T hen her gaze locked with his. Both beasts went entirely silent within him, awed at her beauty. She had light brown hair that fell past her shoulders, an hourglass frame that made his hands itch to map her curves, and a voice that calmed everything within him.
She gasped, her eyes widening as their gazes remained locked. His tiger suddenly roared , and the sound mixed with the wolf’s howl, reverberating in his head. A single word prowled through his mind: mine .
He stalked forward . H is only thought was getting close to her so he could keep her forever. Entirely unfazed by his possessive mindset, he swiftly closed the distance between them. He managed to stop himself before he threw her over his shoulder and raced into the woods to claim her, but he crowded as close as he could. Caging her against the wall, he planted his hands on either side of her, his claws tingling against his fingertips.
She stared up at him, her brows raised. “You do this often?”
He snarled softly, pressing his hands more firmly against the wall so he didn’t frighten her. He