Hotties Fur Hire

Ep 6

She stood leaning against his car, hands-on-hips, eyes blazing an inhuman amber. Her canines were longer than they should have been. But to Logan, she was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. He walked up the drive. Head canted to the side, exposing his neck hoping the animal inside Shanna understood its meaning. He didn’t want a uncontrolled shift in his car or out on the street either. His line were stiffly hidden. To be found out would mean unimaginable horrors.

He was sorry for what she would have to go through in the next few hours, and if d**k dipper was what he thought he was then she was going to through more than anyone had done before. He jogged the last few metres to where she was standing. Eyes golden and far to bright to pass as human. His gut twisted and he felt punched. He hadn’t been there for her. But when he had checked the tracking app before he left the club. The husband had been miles away. He would have to keep a closer eye on him. He opened the the door.

“Shanna?” he said his voice gruff and far to gravelly for humans to hear. She looked up at him when she settled in the leather seat of the car. Blinking way too rapidly. It hurt his heart she had been hurt. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded; a single tear tracked its way down her cheek. She wiped it away angrily.

“Its not your fault, it’s mine,” she looked forward out through the windscreen of the car.

He got into the muscle car, feeling like dirt. It wasn’t her fault. She had no idea what she was. Even before the asshat had bitten her. Just when he thought he’d messed it up completely.

“I’m going to make Ben pay for this, Logan. With or without you.” She turned and looked at him. “He’s a bad man. He needs to go away,” she turned back and looked out the window again. Strong, brave, fierce woman. Logan did not doubt in his mind that she would make him go away. He did not doubt that the animal inside Shanna was a monster. Most of the shifters in the world were. But he knew, just knew that this one would be the mother of them all.

He glanced at her profile. Her eyes were still teary. And she sniffed occasionally, but there was a steely determination to the lift of her chin and the set of her mouth.

“You finished?” she said, a ghost of a smile passed her lips. And her eyes crinkled with laughter lines. f**k. Even in the middle of all this s**t. She still had a sense of humour.

“I don't think I'll be ever finished looking at you, woman.” again that ghost.

He leant forward and turned the key in the ignition. And the car roared into life. A throaty growl that sent shivers down his spine every time. Shanna smiled.

Good girl.