Timber Valley Pack: Lynx On The Loose( A Paranormal Romance With Shifters) Read Online Free PDF Page A

vehicle and respectable outfit. Most Hobos lived on the outskirts of society, doing odd jobs, just getting by.
    “Hey! Aunt Laura! Are we ready to go yet?” a cheerful voice called out to her.
    “What?” she spun around, startled.
    A rather grimy young hyena shifter trotted up to them. He’d come from behind the store. Isadora guessed his age at around fourteen.  He’d scrubbed his face, but she could see grime on his neck and hands.  His clothing was worn and patched. Now, he looked like a Hobo.
    He was accompanied by a mountain lion female of around ten years of age, who wore a filthy dress.
    Aunt Laura? Who were these crazy kids? They couldn’t possibly have mistaken her for somebody else…could they have?
    “It looks like the weather’s going to turn nasty later,” he added. “We should get going.”
    Freaking great. WarriorDemon1 had sent kids to meet her.
    “I saw that same weather report,” she said, and he gave the tiniest nod of acknowledgement at her correct response.
    “Who are you?” the warden asked him suspiciously.
    “My name is Raymond. This is my aunt. We need to go, I have a doctor’s appointment.” He frowned at them impatiently.
    “What’s your aunt’s date of birth?” the Warden persisted.  The young interloper recited it, shifting from one foot to another.
    The warden still looked skeptical.  “She’s your aunt? You’re a hyena. And she’s a mountain lion,” he protested. He glanced at the young girl.
    The hyena shifter looked at him indignantly.  “Our family is very open-minded. Don’t judge.” And he yanked open the door to the minivan without a second glance, and the girl followed him.
    Isadora suspected that, with his superior canine hearing, he’d overheard her fake name and the birth date and repeated it back. However, the wardens seemed to be buying it.
    “How…” Warden Lawrence asked, his gaze darting from her to them.
    She managed a pained smile. “Their parents were troubled. I took them in.”
    He looked at the van and her clean clothing, and nodded approvingly.  “Well, it looks like you’ve done well for yourself. They’re in good paws now.” He pulled out his wallet, fished out a few twenties, and handed them to her. “That’s for some new clothes for them.”
    Well, now Isadora just felt bad. She’d find a way to get the money back to him.
    “We’re looking for a female lynx shifter about your age,” he continued. “Black hair, tattoos, nose ring, kind of Goth appearance. She’s collaborating with that group of humans who kidnapped shifters.”
    “I thought that group of humans had all been caught.” Isadora pretended to look horrified and concerned.
    “Most of them. Unfortunately, some of them are still on the loose, and she’s been cooperating with them.” His tone was contemptuous, his lip curling as he said it.
    Awesome. So that’s what she was now. The girl who’d betrayed every shifter in the land. Well, she’d known what she was signing up for.
    She nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
    Her heart still racing, she climbed in the van and drove off.
    “Thanks for saving my furry hide back there, kid,” Isadora said, once they were a couple of miles down the road. “Did WarriorDemon1 send you?”
    He straightened up and puffed out his narrow chest. “I am WarriorDemon1,” he said proudly.
    She shot him a startled glance.
    “You are WarriorDemon1? Seriously?”
    She looked at the little girl. “Who are you?”
    “Savageslayer.” The girl flashed a cheerful grin at her. “My real name’s Sally.”
    “I’m Thomas,” the hyena said.
    These were the Hobos she’d talked with in the chat room?
    “You sounded completely different online!” she protested. “You talked about getting in fights and ripping out the throats of your Challengers!”
    “Of course I did.” He rolled his eyes, and his tone indicated extreme impatience with stupid grownups. “If anyone knew I was a kid they might try to rob me and Sally,