Jim sank back in his chair and laughed. "Okay."

  You heard about Dory and Ed?" Shane asked at the end of the meal. He suspected his friend played a part in Dory's demise that night.

  "Guess we should be careful when out at night." He smirked, chewing his last bite of steak.

  "Speaking of that, Chey would enjoy a running partner tonight. You game?"

  After dinner he led his lover and friend into the living room. Chey and he stripped while Jim looked uncomfortable.

  "Come on Jim, you weren't shy the other night." She stepped toward him and without warning, unzipped his jeans, and yanked down his boxers. His cock bobbed proudly, unabashed.

  Jim's face paled like he wanted to disappear, but Shane just grinned.

  "Come on big boy, let's run," his lover took his friend's burly paw.

  He followed them out the door into the night. With a flap of wings he soared over the tree tops, keeping a sharp eye on those he loved.

  After few minutes of reconnaissance he swooped low. With a downward flap of wings, Shane's legs lengthened and his muscles expanded as his talons became hooves. Feathers transformed into short brown hair as his body morphed from hawk into a large buck. The pupils of his wolf buddy's blue eyes dilated at his sudden change.

  Back at the house, Jim zipped up and dragged on his shirt. "What the hell are you, bro?" he asked Shane with a smile.

  "Not sure, it happened after I drank Chey's blood." His friend's next question would answer Shane's suspicion.

  "Can you shift into other forms?"

  "Shouldn't you be asking when I drank her blood? He squinted, curiously.

  Cheyenne wandered in from the kitchen and handed Jim a scotch. "We know you were there that night." She planted a kiss on his cheek.

  "Don't know what you're talking about." A corner of Jim's mouth turned up. He eased onto the recliner and took a sip of his drink. "I do wonder if only Chey's blood can make a shifter morph into a different form?"

  Shane exhaled and sank onto the sofa and flipped on the TV. "Us too."

  "What's a little blood between brothers?" Cheyenne chimed in.

  Jim nodded. "Doubt you want to be a wolf, bro, but damn if I wouldn't love to fly."

  "Thanks babe." Shane accepted a frosted glass of whiskey from his lover. "Well Jim, I owe you."

  "No you don't, but you know I've always got your back, man."

  "About that," he said focusing on Chey. "You will lookout for her should something ever…"

  Jim leaned forward resting his forearms on his knees. "It goes without saying." And then a grin spread across his face. "Now…what's this I hear about you becoming a chief?"

  Only his woman could have given Jim a head's up on tribal business. "Cheyenne…"

  "Oh, get over it. Everyone is going to know soon enough," she chided.

  * * * *

  A fire pit glowed in the chilly afternoon, lending its warmth as the tribe gathered on the beach. In native dress, Nona sprinkled herbs and mumbled prayers for her great nephew as the tribe's new chief.

  A pale December moon rose in the east.

  Mutli-colored beads jangled from the fringe of Cheyenne's buckskin dress. Although she felt hypocritical dressed in the skin of her own kind, she followed tradition wearing the ceremonial garment. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation until she caught Jim's reassuring smile among the guests.

  Jasper's second in command used stiff fingers to paint Shane's face with lines of red and black, while his eyes pierced him. Her lover had been believed without direction, but he had proven his worth to the tribe by protecting her. Now, he would become their leader and defender.

  His golden eyes turned glassy. He'd told her he never felt the call to lead, but now duty outranked his personal desires. Jasper had always believed in him, and now she did, too. In time, he would trust his own judgment.

  The elders encircled Cheyenne and Shane while the rest of the tribe surrounded the smaller group. Their serious expressions of confidence made her swell with pride for him. But Shane's heart-stopping gaze lit her soul.

  As the wind whipped through his dark hair, she could imagine him leading a war party. His chestplate of bone and beads accented his broad torso while armbands strained at his brawny biceps. Deerskin breeches finished his chief's ensemble. He was a dizzying mix of Shane and a warrior from another time. His unrelenting stare sent shivers of desire down her spine.

  A large golden hawk circled above, crying out. Shane peered up. Did he believe the bird was a sign from Jasper as she did?

  The ceremony began. Shane took his oath, his voice resonating deeper than normal. After the elders passed the pipe in acknowledgement, they placed Jasper's war bonnet on his head.

  Cheyenne sucked in a breath.

  Speaking in native tongue, Shane addressed the tribe. Afterward, he motioned for her to stand beside him. He took her hand and proclaimed her their new medicine woman. Nona passed the medicine pouch to Cheyenne, completing her transfer of duties.

  Afterward, her great grandmother tugged a leather band from the belt of her tunic and raised her voice to the crowd. "Today we also join our new chief and healer together in marriage.

  Shane and Cheyenne recited their vows, the Rite of Seven Steps.

  Nona drew out a small knife. Lightly, she scored both of their wrists and bound them tight with a piece of leather. "In blood and in life they will be one."

  She was amiss as to why her great-grandmother drew their blood. The ritual wasn't part of the wedding ceremony. However, she trusted Nona had a reason.

  After thanking everyone, her lover led her along the isolated shore away from the crowd. Did he have a need shift like she did?

  She felt different. Lighter. As she stared into her beloved's eyes, his pupils went vertical. The war bonnet slid from his head, and he shrugged off his chestplate before pulling her against him.

  In instant later, wings enveloped her as he drew her out of her tunic. He soared up with a hoarse cry, begging her to follow. Without thought, she spread her arms.

  They were wings. Lofting on a growing breeze, she caught up to her mate.

  Her need to be with him outweighed her fear of flight. The fresh, clean air amplified her predatory senses. They flew along the water's edge, climbing higher and higher in the twilight.

  In midflight, he cloaked her in his wings. Locked talons and claimed her. They mated in midair, plummeting to the earth.

  She trusted her lover.

  At the very last second, he uncoupled, spread his wings, and drew her upward with him. His maneuver allowed her to regain flight.

  When they returned to the empty beach, the ceremonial fire had reduced to embers.

  "You could've warned me that would happen," she said, falling into Shane's strong arms.

  "You have my blood, now." He hugged her tightly. "Guess it works in reverse, as well."

  "So, do you think we can become wolves too, with Jim's blood?"

  "Maybe, but don't you think you need to get used to me as a buck first?" He winked.

  "Hummm." She rubbed her naked rear against his engorged cock. "I always did like you taking me from behind." She giggled.

  "Anytime. Anywhere, baby." He growled, reaching for his war bonnet and dragged them to their knees.

  "My chief!"

  Epilogue

  Jim smiled after the ceremony as his friends strode arm in arm along the beach. At least they accepted him. The real him. It abated his loneliness, somewhat. A thirty-two, he hated always sleeping alone because he feared he might shift during the night.

  "They make a beautiful couple, don't they?" A pleasant voice forced him to glance toward the disbanding crowd.

  Big, beautiful brown eyes gave him the once over. Petite compared to his burliness. He could probably pick her up in one arm. "They certainly do. Are you related?" he asked.

  "All the tribe is distantly related." She smiled sweetly. "I remember seeing you at Jasper's funeral."

  How had he missed this sweet little thing among the crowd? He imagined tangling his fingers in the loose waves of her shoulder length bronze hair and the soft feel of her curvy body between the sheets.

  No, he would've definitely remembered her. "Sorry. I must have missed seeing you."

  "We met once before that." Her smoky eyes lit with an unusual fire that pinned him.

  "At a Pirate's party?" He didn't believe he'd ever gotten that wasted.

  "On the beach. Under the light of the full moon. You were chasing ghost crabs on all fours. I wore a fur coat…as did you."

  Her subtle wink stole his soul.

  The End

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