Page 46 of Feral Attraction
Chapter Nineteen
Scath, Present Day
Con spent one night licking his wounds and feeling sorry for himself.Tark’s words had hit him hard.He was his father’s son.Feral was in his DNA.
So as fast as possible, he had raced from The Gin Room, Earth, and Rey.Particularly Rey.
The next morning, determined to fight his nature until it won, he summed up the mission for Dax.Afterward, he reported to the North Shelter stronghold and his job.He was still a Firebrand.
His commander wasn’t in his office.No surprise there.Nace wasn’t an office kinda guy.Like Con, he thrived in the outdoors, needing earth beneath his paws.It was a wonder Nace wasn’t feral.Rumor had it that he’d been close but had pulled back from the edge.
Con found the jaguar sunning himself on a large boulder in the middle of the training field.He appeared to be sleeping, but when Con approached, Nace stared at him through one sleepy eye.With a growl, he leaped into the air, landing on two feet.Naked.No biggie for shifters.
He slapped a meaty hand to Con’s back.“Glad to see you’ve returned.Let’s talk in the office.You look like shit, by the way.”
Con followed Nace inside, where the commander snagged a pair of denims out of a drawer and slipped them on.He gestured toward a chair in front of his desk.“How’d it go?”
“Got the guy.Tark.Part of that renegade group that ran with my dad in the day.The last one.I delivered justice.”
“The male you lost.Good job.”
“Thanks.”
Nace studied him, that piercing jaguar stare pinning Con to his seat.“What else?”
“It’s personal.”
Nace leaned back in his chair, kicking his bare feet onto the desk.“I got nowhere to be.”
Con gave up because Nace wouldn’t.“Your mate’s human.”
“Celene?Kinda.Part witch, too.Why?”
“I found my mate.”
“Why do I feel congratulations aren’t in order?”Nace stretched, lazy like a cat.Curious.
