Blurb:

Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was about eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I simply don’t.

I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon. “An Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn’t my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.

So romance? Way off the radar.

But then someone started killing wolves. Started leaving lined up broken bodies all in a nice little row next to the high school in my home town and it got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me?

I had to see what I could do. Kind of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this. I can turn invisible.

Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.

 

 

“This one.” Ryan said to Keith as he pulled out a door from a shelf. “Help me put it on the cart.” I stood back from the two larger men, figuring I would just be in the way. It kind of angered me they ignored me when it came to any decision concerning the door. Where to get one, what brand. Even the heavy lifting. The door looked pretty light anyway. It was clear they didn’t want my help even if it was going to be my door. Of course, it was these idiots fault the thing was broken in the first place.

“Do you need, you know, like hardware or something? Hinges? Screws?” Okay, meant for that to sound more intelligent than it did, like I even knew what I was talking about.

But Ryan didn’t seem to notice my idiocy. “No. The door comes with all that.”

How do people know those things?

The two big men wrestled the door off the shelf and onto the flat cart, Ryan securing it between two metal pipes sticking up from the base. Then he pushed the cart toward the front of the store. “Need anything else?” He raised eyebrows at me, smirk on his face. Even Keith snickered.

Really? “You making fun of me?”

He laughed. “Now, why would I do that?”

Jerk.

I didn’t even pretend to try to pay for it.

It took the rest of the morning for the two idiots to clean up the mess after they got the door “hung”. Yes, I’m twelve, because I couldn’t help but giggle when I heard that. They said it was ‘construction jargon’. And with a word like “hung”, I decided I needed to look some more of that jargon up. Surprisingly, there were some other very hot words. Jamb, header, stud, and my favorite, tongue and groove. I am so using that in a dirty sentence someday.

It was also fun to sit and watch the two men at work. Bending, flexing, sweating. Made me want to see Ryan in a tool belt. That’s it. Just a tool belt. Mmmm.

However, I couldn’t help feeling like I was being treated like some damsel in distress and the two princes were fighting for my virtue or something. But, later, when Mr. Jackson banged on the newly installed door just to make sure it got done, I was impressed the thing didn’t fall down.

And said so.

Oddly enough, they didn’t think of it as a compliment.

Ryan had just come from the bathroom having washed his hands and addressed Keith saying, “You can leave now that we fixed what you destroyed.”

Keith pushed passed him on his way to the bathroom as well. “You can’t tell me to leave. This isn’t your place.”

“Trevor, tell him to get lost.”

I glanced at Ryan as I was sweeping up the last of the debris. However, before I could say anything, Keith reversed his direction and came back to stand in front of Ryan.

“That reminds me. There is still the matter of my challenge, Jarfang.”

“You can’t challenge me, Karlack. Trevor is my Fated Mate. You can’t challenge a Fated Mate.”

“I can if he rejects you.”

“He’s not going to reject me!”

“He will if you end up mating Amanda.”

“I already told you, that’s over.”

“We’ll see. Her family is powerful and I’ve heard no announcement. She has first claim on you and you would have to comply.”

Ryan came up off the couch and leaned into Keith. He was slightly taller so he glared down on Keith. “And I told you it’s none of your fucking business! Now get the hell out of my mate’s apartment.”

I had enough. “Hey!”

They both shifted their glares to me.

“I got class in about an hour and I’m working late tonight. So, I’m headed out. When the two of you are done puffing out your chests at one another, could you lock up for me?” I walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and dug out my old roommate’s key and tossed it on the counter. I grabbed up my backpack which was still lying by the door and had been since I dropped it there two days ago. I know there was some reading I was supposed to have done and hadn’t so that wasn’t going to go well. I also had a paper due by tomorrow which I was now going to have to get done after work. It was going to be a long night. “See ya.” I saluted them both and walked out the door. I chuckled and shook my head when I heard both of them make a mad dash for the key after I shut the door.

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Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every – single – time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.

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Other books by Hurri Cosmo:

Then Sawyer Happened

Until You

I Believe Now

The Astral Mage

The Servant Prince

The Servant King

The Servant Crown

Hyden’s Law

Chase and Capture