Terry Carding knows how to get what he wants. So much so that he’s made a career of it. If someone needs finding, Terry is the guy to find them. When he’s given the task of finding a dangerous and reclusive shifter, though, he has his work cut out for him. When he finally catches up with his target, he finds that everything he’d been told about the man was a lie.
Eric Dansen has spent decades in hiding from his former master, Christophe. Every few years the ancient shifter sends someone else to track Eric and keep tabs on him. This time he sends a human, filling his head with lies in the process.
Lies quickly give way to truth, and the pair become close. That only makes things more complicated, though, as now Christophe has an interest in both of them, and he’s not an easy man to dissuade.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Terry Carding leaned against the wall of the rundown convenience store and watched the rain bounce off his folded arms. Two hours he’d been standing there, on an anonymous tip-off, and not one person had been anywhere near the building opposite him.
“Another bust,” he muttered, as he flicked the water from his hood.
It was starting to be an embarrassment. He had a reputation for being a guy who could find anyone, no matter how well they hid or how many people they paid off to stay under the radar. This target, though, threatened to beat him.
Just as he was ready to leave, he caught movement in the corner of his eye, and turned to find a man strolling down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street to him. The man had a hat pulled low over his eyes, but his height and build matched the description Terry had been given for one Eric Dansen.
Feigning disinterest, he glanced down at his phone and checked his emails. If the man looked over, and no doubt he would, he’d assume Terry was waiting for somebody. If the man was indeed Dansen, that would mean he was a shapeshifter—a wolf shifter to be precise. Terry would need to play it very carefully. Even with the rain keeping his scent down, he’d have to keep his distance.
Across the road a door clunked, and he glanced up to find the man stepping into the warehouse. The tip-off had been accurate after all. After checking for onlookers, Terry followed, tensed and ready for fight or flight. He opened the door just enough to slip inside, then pulled it closed behind him, dropping him into the dim light that came through the building’s grimy windows.
While he couldn’t make out much in the low light, he could tell he wasn’t alone.
Terry froze. “Who?”
There was a hum, followed by the clink clink of a row of old fluorescent lights as they flickered into life. Underneath one of them stood Eric.
“Why are you following me?”