Page 33 of Caught By Her Guardian
“I can’t wait to watch you shift.You were already a bear when I saw you before.”
“I’m excited too,” he said.“I’ll be at our house waiting for you to be finished collecting teeth so we can go to the island together.”
“It’ll be nice to spend some time in the sunshine, but I do like the snow.Must be because my mate is a polar bear.”
He grinned and kissed her, then stripped and shifted into a polar bear.
Pixie ran her fingers through his thick fur and gave his ear a little tug.“Best looking bear out there, Hunter.I’m a lucky fairy.”
He chuffed at her, nudging her side with his nose.
He was lucky too.
They walked around the territory, passing his family along the way, including Seren, who had little Hale in a carrier, bundled up against the cold.
Hunter stayed close as Pixie walked beside him.She talked about her hopes for the future, for the kids that would someday run through these same woods, would perhaps be Guardians or tooth fairies.
Anything was possible.
Eventually it was time for her to leave to collect teeth.
They stood in the backyard of their new home, snow falling around them.
“I hate that I have to go,” she murmured, pulling off her thick coat and letting her wings free as they slipped through the slits at the back of her tunic.“But the time will fly.”
He grumbled in agreement.
She kissed him on the nose and smiled sweetly.“Merry Christmas, sweet bear.I’ll see you in a few hours.”
She looked at her ledger, opened a portal, and disappeared into the night, her wings carrying her to the first house on her list.
He went to catch up with his family and wait out the rest of his shift until she returned.He was so happy to share his family’s holiday traditions with her and he was excited to share hers as well.
Then they’d make their own traditions when they had kids, a wonderful blend of the two of them.
The polar bear and the tooth fairy.
What a crazy Christmas it turned out to be.
* * *
Jack Frost threw the cut crystal tumbler against the wall of his office just because he could.And because he was pissed as hell.
Another Christmas was over, and his brother wasnotdead.
The audacity!
He exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his silver hair, his jaw tight with fury.
His gaze caught the map of Northernmost and his fury increased.The damn magical perimeter, his brother’s magic supplemented by a phoenix witch and Mother Nature herself, was still intact.Untouched and unbroken.
He should have been celebratinginsideNorthernmost on Christmas Day.Everything had been in place, a perfect plan from every angle.His army of turned-to-evil followers, Azure, the Frostfang blade.
Yet here he was in his lair.
And across the frozen vastness of the North Pole, his brother still breathed.
Flicking open his cigarette case, he slid one between his lips and lit it, the tip flaring as he inhaled.Blowing out the smoke, he rolled his neck and growled.
