A Mate to Howl For
In his mind, pussy was pussy whether it was human or werewolf.
Spotting the orange Jeep parked in front of Mel’s diner a huge grin formed on his lips. Rachael had told him she would come to town today. He supposed that she told Jim in hopes of seeing him again. He would not disappoint.
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Sachiko Karimi sat in the third booth on the left side of the small diner as she had every time she ate there. The woman preferred this booth to others. From here she could see the front door, rear door, kitchen, and side windows while still having her back protected by the cinder block wall. It had always been Sachiko’s job to know the exits. She was the last Caspian Tiger shifter left on the planet.