Chapter 4
PERRY
My heart pounds so hard I might throw up. Buckle is safe in my nest while I watch for more hawks. In my human form, it’s so much easier to watch the skies. I noticed the spark of Fate when the hawk grabbed him. But then, the spark sizzled through us the moment he landed in my open hands.
I expected him to shift, but he passed out instead. My guess is that double sparks zapped his energy. I don’t blame him, that would be a lot. I’m still reeling from our connection. My heart gallops with fear and anxiety, but also hope and awe.
Buckle is my Fated. Not that he knows who I am.
He worked on my car three months back and I still can’t get him out of my head.
No wonder. He’s my Fated. Oh, how Fate weaves her magic.
Maybe I imagined the spark between Buckle and the hawk.
Why would Fate give us a mate that tried to eat one of us?
Or did the hawk know they were Fated? I’m not sure I’ll know any time soon.
Buckle needs his rest. I shift and scurry up my tree. Well, my borrowed tree. The Risings know I sometimes live on their property and they don’t care. They don’t even make me pay rent, which I appreciate. I’m glad they understand the shifter community’s needs.
Buckle’s peaceful in slumber. His long chipmunk lashes flutter with his breaths. My nest is big enough for the both of us, and I crawl in beside him and throw my arm across his torso. Perhaps body heat from his Fated will help him feel better.
My squirrel chitters in my head. What if he shifts in his sleep and destroys our nest?
“We’re fine. Don’t worry about it,” I mumble as my eyes shut. “He needs to be taken care of.”
Our Alpha. Mate. Mate. Mate.