“Quit staring at my woman,” Wol-itelm snarled, wrapping his arms around her kissing her cheek. “Yes, we claimed her last night. It was time to put those that threatened my loved ones on notice. I’m done playing games.”

She grinned seeing the small puff of smoke from his nose. “Stay right there.” Tabatha slipped out of his arms running into the living room and digging through her old box in the corner to get her old boom box and one of her favorite CD’s by Peter, Paul and Mary.

Setting the music box down on the dining room table, Tabby plugged it in and hit play just as Hoyt and Chax walked into the room. She winked at them and waited as the song started. It wasn’t long before Furfur and Nicor’s laughter was heard from the other room and Wol-itelm came out of the kitchen, his eyes on her.

“Little Pet…” she said as Chax and Hoyt amusement joined Furfur and Nicor’s. “I can help it. You were so cute there, what with that little puff of smoke coming out of your nose.” Tabatha slid her arms around his neck, kissing his chin. “You’re my Puff the Magic Dragon,” she teased pulling him down, whispering. “Especially when you’re inside me.”