Chapter 15
Shawn wouldn’t say that he was accustomed to hearing lions fighting in his backyard.
He lived a very human life when he was in the States, after all. His time overseas had had him coming into contact with Shifters in the CUBS unit where admittedly odd s**t had gone down, but on American soil, he was used to gardens being places where barbecues were held in summer. Where curses could be heard as fire ants overtook the lawn and stung an unsuspecting bare foot.
He was used to peering at the night sky from there, watching as fireworks rained down overhead on Independence Day.
He wasn’t used to it being a battleground for big cats.
The sounds were loud enough for him to hear over the television.
Curious because they were close, disturbingly close to the lodge in point of fact,
