Magic Shifts
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“Was that an official challenge?”
“No, they are classifying it as a family dispute, since George decided to separate and isn’t in the clan chain of command anymore.”
Raphael walked into the room. He was wearing worn-out jeans and a leather jacket, and if you sent him and the leading male model down the street, he would turn more heads. There was just something about Raphael that broadcasted sex, loud and clear, and I had yet to meet a woman who didn’t respond to it. Of course, they usually did their best to hide that response because Andrea was a crack shot.
Raphael crouched by Curran and said, “Hey. I just figured out how we all could make a lot of money.”
“Go on,” Curran said.
“I’m going to buy out your neighbors and offer their houses to Pack members who live in the city. Any Pack family would give up their life’s savings to live next to the former Beast Lord, and something tells me your neighbors will be extremely eager to sell.”
Curran laughed again.
“We’ll make a small fortune,” Raphael said. “All you have to do is go out once in a while in your warrior form and roar. Especially when it’s dark. They’ll line up to sell so fast, we’ll have to give out numbers.”
I laughed.
“I’m completely serious.” Raphael was grinning. “You could use the extra cash.”
“You should get your wife to stop eating unidentified meat,” I told him.
Curran stroked my back.
Desandra thrust her head into the room. “You better hurry. Mahon is here.”
• • •
MAHON STOOD ON the lawn. Large, burly, with a curly beard, he looked like he needed a chain-mail hauberk, a mace, and a castle to defend. His beast form made his human body look weak and puny, which was why Mahon served as the Pack’s Executioner. His glower made hardened fighters run for cover. His daughter couldn’t have cared less. She stood defiant in the middle of the lawn, holding a blanket around herself with her one hand. Usually transforming from a human to a beast and then back to a human would’ve put her down for a nap, but the tilt of her chin told me she was very motivated to stay awake. George was pissed off. They both looked ready to explode. I braced myself.
Across the street a crowd of neighbors had gathered at Heather Savell’s house. Awesome. Nothing better at a shapeshifter family brawl than conveniently placed innocent bystanders.
“. . . Separation is ridiculous. You’ve had your fun,” Mahon said, his voice deep. “This foolishness stops now. Come home.”
“No.” If George had freezing powers, that one word would’ve turned her dad into an icicle.
“You are not leaving the Pack.”
“Yes, I am.”
Mahon exhaled rage. “For what?” His voice boomed. “For some boy?”
George bared her teeth. “He isn’t a boy. He is a man. My man. The one I chose.”
“Yes, just like you chose Aidan before, and what’s-his-face, Nathan. This will pass. Don’t throw your life away.”
“Staying with you would be throwing my life away. You want me to marry a werebear and be a good little brood mare.”
Oh boy.
“I want you to stay with your family!” Mahon roared.
“Do not raise your voice at me!” George roared back.
“We raised you, we clothed you, we fed you, we educated you, and this is how you repay us?”
“You did all the things that parents are legally obligated to do. Congratulations, Dad. You weren’t a neglectful parent. Thank you. It doesn’t give you the right to shackle me for the rest of my life. You’re not entitled to it. This is my life and I will live it.”
“She isn’t leaving your family,” Thomas said. “She’s leaving the Pack.”
“The hell she is.” Mahon seemed to get bigger somehow, his face darker. He pointed at Curran. “Is this it? Is he your example? You want to throw it all away because some . . . human couldn’t stand living in the Keep? She nagged at him and nagged at him until he gave in and now look at him. Years wasted! Years! And we are all worse off for it. He thinks with his dick, but you, you were always smarter than that.”
It’s funny how loud horrified silence can be.
Curran laughed.
Mahon stared at him, incredulous.
Across the street Heather was gaping at me. I smiled and waved at her.
“What about this is funny?” Mahon roared. “You were supposed to be the Beast Lord. You were supposed to start a legacy!”
“No, they are classifying it as a family dispute, since George decided to separate and isn’t in the clan chain of command anymore.”
Raphael walked into the room. He was wearing worn-out jeans and a leather jacket, and if you sent him and the leading male model down the street, he would turn more heads. There was just something about Raphael that broadcasted sex, loud and clear, and I had yet to meet a woman who didn’t respond to it. Of course, they usually did their best to hide that response because Andrea was a crack shot.
Raphael crouched by Curran and said, “Hey. I just figured out how we all could make a lot of money.”
“Go on,” Curran said.
“I’m going to buy out your neighbors and offer their houses to Pack members who live in the city. Any Pack family would give up their life’s savings to live next to the former Beast Lord, and something tells me your neighbors will be extremely eager to sell.”
Curran laughed again.
“We’ll make a small fortune,” Raphael said. “All you have to do is go out once in a while in your warrior form and roar. Especially when it’s dark. They’ll line up to sell so fast, we’ll have to give out numbers.”
I laughed.
“I’m completely serious.” Raphael was grinning. “You could use the extra cash.”
“You should get your wife to stop eating unidentified meat,” I told him.
Curran stroked my back.
Desandra thrust her head into the room. “You better hurry. Mahon is here.”
• • •
MAHON STOOD ON the lawn. Large, burly, with a curly beard, he looked like he needed a chain-mail hauberk, a mace, and a castle to defend. His beast form made his human body look weak and puny, which was why Mahon served as the Pack’s Executioner. His glower made hardened fighters run for cover. His daughter couldn’t have cared less. She stood defiant in the middle of the lawn, holding a blanket around herself with her one hand. Usually transforming from a human to a beast and then back to a human would’ve put her down for a nap, but the tilt of her chin told me she was very motivated to stay awake. George was pissed off. They both looked ready to explode. I braced myself.
Across the street a crowd of neighbors had gathered at Heather Savell’s house. Awesome. Nothing better at a shapeshifter family brawl than conveniently placed innocent bystanders.
“. . . Separation is ridiculous. You’ve had your fun,” Mahon said, his voice deep. “This foolishness stops now. Come home.”
“No.” If George had freezing powers, that one word would’ve turned her dad into an icicle.
“You are not leaving the Pack.”
“Yes, I am.”
Mahon exhaled rage. “For what?” His voice boomed. “For some boy?”
George bared her teeth. “He isn’t a boy. He is a man. My man. The one I chose.”
“Yes, just like you chose Aidan before, and what’s-his-face, Nathan. This will pass. Don’t throw your life away.”
“Staying with you would be throwing my life away. You want me to marry a werebear and be a good little brood mare.”
Oh boy.
“I want you to stay with your family!” Mahon roared.
“Do not raise your voice at me!” George roared back.
“We raised you, we clothed you, we fed you, we educated you, and this is how you repay us?”
“You did all the things that parents are legally obligated to do. Congratulations, Dad. You weren’t a neglectful parent. Thank you. It doesn’t give you the right to shackle me for the rest of my life. You’re not entitled to it. This is my life and I will live it.”
“She isn’t leaving your family,” Thomas said. “She’s leaving the Pack.”
“The hell she is.” Mahon seemed to get bigger somehow, his face darker. He pointed at Curran. “Is this it? Is he your example? You want to throw it all away because some . . . human couldn’t stand living in the Keep? She nagged at him and nagged at him until he gave in and now look at him. Years wasted! Years! And we are all worse off for it. He thinks with his dick, but you, you were always smarter than that.”
It’s funny how loud horrified silence can be.
Curran laughed.
Mahon stared at him, incredulous.
Across the street Heather was gaping at me. I smiled and waved at her.
“What about this is funny?” Mahon roared. “You were supposed to be the Beast Lord. You were supposed to start a legacy!”
