Story Part 2: Atavistic Were
Here is part two of Atavistic Were:
INTRO: These next two weeks, we’re experimenting. Marcella started a story. My fellow authors are going to further the story and then finally complete it. But no pressure. 😀 We have not talked about our plans or compared notes on the characters or plotline. This should be a surprise for all of us.
Starting from the ending of Part One (click here to read part 1):
“I don’t want your pity.”
“What do you want?”
“It is possible, if unlikely, that I am not the only legend walking around and taking on fur with the moon phases. If other prides have cast out their misfits and those misfits have survived, I’d like you to help me find them.”
Samuel scratched his injured cheek with the tip of his pen. How the hell was he supposed to search for mutant weres? This job screamed danger. Most likely mutants didn’t want to be found and would do anything to protect their secrets. And he had one of his own he kept a tight lid on.
“You really think they want to be found?” he said.
“They will be needing protection. They also will want what I need.”
“And that is…”
Her amber eyes flashed. “I’m asking you to find others like me. What I do with the information is my business.”
Sam shrugged. “Yeah, but why ask me?”
A rough laugh escaped her red lips. “Because, Mr. Samuel Talbridge, you’re one of us.”
Fear shot through his gut down to his toes. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? I’ve been tailing you for months.” Her smile revealed her incisors, curved and seductive. “Several moon phases, actually.”
The sexual pull he felt for this stranger started innocently enough, a slight tingle in his stomach, a strange lurch in his heart. Her gaze latched onto his, but he wouldn’t back down. He had a thing for big cats, the coil of power ready to be unleashed at any moment, the deadly cat and mouse game they loved to play. Shit. He reined in where his sexual fantasy was heading. Right into the gutter, and that meant, he was losing control of the conversation. Taking a deep breath, he briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, he meant her steely eyes with his staunch determination.
“And if I decide to help you, what’s in it for me?”
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