Epilogue
Sitting at the beachfront café, Glenn yawned, trying to hide it behind his hand so Smokey wouldn’t give him any shit for driving straight through to California.
It was a stupid thing to do, as his friend pointed out—too damned many times—but his tiger was on edge, pacing, then stopping to roar before pacing again.
And he had to admit, too, whatever was bugging his tiger had settled in his gut, urging him to get there as fast as he could.
At one point, his feeling was so overwhelming, he seriously considered getting on a plane; the only thing that stopped him was knowing the hassle he’d get from Smokey.
Now he was here, and little good it did because his tiger was still agitated and his gut was still churning.
After considering all the possibilities, Glenn decided his mother was the cause of it.
Picking up his phone, he searched for the number she’d called him from when she arrived at the Blackwood Pack, but before he found it, Ghost slid into the empty seat next to him, his familiar scent floating in the air.
Looking up, Glenn’s welcome grin quickly faded when a strange scent washed over him, causing his tiger to glare at his old friend like Ghost was his next meal.
While he was trying to figure out what was going on, Glenn’s cock grew hard and the nails of his claws extended.
Fucking shit! Staring at Ghost, he growled, “Who have you been fucking?”
“Try ‘none of your business’, asshole,” Ghost replied, picking up his beer.
Seeing Glenn’s reaction, Smokey leaned over, sniffing Ghost. “You’ve been with someone and I’m betting he’s Glenn’s mate. ”
“No fucking way!” Laughing, Ghost looked closely at his friend, then his eyes widened when he saw Glenn’s tiger eyes glowing. “Shit, put your sunglasses on, asshole! Are you trying to get us in trouble?”
“Who. Were. You. With?” Glenn’s low growl alerted Ghost to the danger he was in.
“I wasn’t fuckin’ anyone, Glenn. Pull your tiger back,” Ghost ordered. “I was giving a surfing lesson to some dude who has a death wish.”
“Where is he?” Glenn’s eyes searched the beach in front of them.
Looking around, Ghost finally saw his student out on his surfboard, waiting to catch the next wave. “There! That’s the fucker I had to pull out of the water a dozen times today.”
Glenn’s eyes zeroed in on the surfer his friend pointed out. Mate! screamed his tiger.
A note from Mary...
I hope you enjoyed reading Mystic Guardian as much as I did writing it.