Hunted is out!

Woo.

The latest in the Mixed Breeds series from Changeling Press. Find it here.

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“Biting me would be a very bad idea.” God knew what it would do to his body chemistry. He had a delicate enough balance as it was, despite his hard-won buff body.

“Why?” Her head tilted. “Are you contagious? Humans?”

“You never know.” He wasn’t contagious. He didn’t think. Hell, no one had ever bitten him hard enough to find out.

“Oh, I’ve fucked humans, Shanna. You just have to be gentle with them, but they’re not contagious.”

“Good to know.”

They were comedians. Great. “You two should take your act on the road,” Damon said.

“Good idea. Up.” Chase hauled Damon around, and Shanna shoved him. His cuffed feet weren’t up to the speed of the movement and Damon started to topple over.

They caught him, both of them strong, and the burn in the base of his brain responded, his skin beginning to tingle with heat. Shit, what the hell was that? Whatever it was, it was more dangerous than any weapon, and Damon struggled.

“Easy easy.” Chase sounded worried. “What the fuck? Shanna?”

“I don’t know.” Her nose brushed across his cheek. “Whoa.”

“Yeah. Let me go and I won’t do it again.” Damon was tossing out anything, desperate.

“Shut up,” Shanna growled, letting Chase carry him so she could unlock the shed. “Inside.”

They put him on a lawn chair, two pairs of eyes glowing at him in the dark, that animal shine fascinating. He pressed back, feeling the danger of this whole thing keenly. When they advanced, he kicked out, trying one last-ditch effort to keep those teeth away from his skin.

“You’re not one of us.” Shanna’s voice was pure growl, and so was Chase’s when he answered her.

“He’s not one of them, either, though. No. He’s something else.” Chase tilted his head. “I don’t know what.”

She looked at him, lips twisting. “So, what are you? And don’t lie.”

He stared at her, trying for deadpan. “US government property.”

“What do they want with us?”

He blew out a deep breath. Now he was in deep, but they knew something was off about him. Might as well see if the truth worked. “We don’t want you. We want the hunters.”

“Honey…” Shanna looked at him, head tilted. “I hate to be the one to break the news, but you were running with them. The hunters. The ones with the big guns.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Look, do you get pizza delivery up here? I’ll buy, we’ll talk. It’ll be great.”

“God, I wish.” For the first time, she was a real girl, someone human, rolling her eyes and licking her lips.

“Seriously?” The Chase guy was grinning, though. “Well, if we’re gonna eat with this guy, tell me you have the stuff to make waffles. Since we can’t have pizza or pho.”

This? Was surreal. Bizarre. Entertaining as hell.

“We have to keep him tied up. Do you cook waffles?” Shanna asked.

“I do. With bacon. If you have bacon.”

Damon snorted. “I like bacon.”

“Everyone likes bacon.” She looked between them, unsure.

“Fuck it,” Chase said. “This has been the weirdest night ever. We can tie him to the chair. Come on.”

Well, being dragged into the house was better than in the barn about to be gnawed on. He might even get a waffle out of it.

XXOO

Julia