Woo-hoo! We're at 50 backers and almost $2000!
over 1 year ago
– Thu, Sep 05, 2024 at 01:14:24 PM
To celebrate reaching 50 backers, I'm going to share a little snippet where you get to meet Liam, Jonas's best friend.
FYI...don't call him 'Lob'.
Swearing ahead!
“Brooding about your asshole of a father?”
FYI...don't call him 'Lob'.
Swearing ahead!
“Brooding about your asshole of a father?”
Looking up, I found Liam watching me with sympathetic eyes. We were cousins on my mom’s side, two or three times removed, and he was as Irish as he looked, red-haired, green eyes and so pale, I was surprised he didn’t glow in the dark. Sometimes, I teased him that he had three animal forms—human, bear and human-lobster, because ten minutes in the sun turned him a glorious shade of red. It had earned him the nickname 'Lobster', or 'Lob' for short, when we were kids, and he'd never lived it down.
He never actually burned—at least, not to the point that it pained him, because as bear-shifters, we just healed too fast. But he sure as hell turned as red as a cooked lobster.
He never actually burned—at least, not to the point that it pained him, because as bear-shifters, we just healed too fast. But he sure as hell turned as red as a cooked lobster.
The color he’d picked up over the day had already faded from his skin, leaving him all but glowing in the faint light as he watched me.
“I’m fine, Lob,” I told him.
He flipped me off with a sour smile. “Fuck you.”
“Sorry, you need Max for that. He’s the brother that goes both ways, not me.”
Liam sighed and flopped back on his back, braiding his fingers under his head for a pillow. “You’re not half as funny as you think you are, old man.”
We resumed our study of the sky, although it was probably another two hours before prime viewing. We’d found a place in the forest where a forest giant had fallen, leaving a cleared swath in the canopy. The lake was close by and I could smell the clean, fresh scent of water as well as the tantalizing aroma of fresh fish. Hmmm…fish. Even though we’d eaten recently, a bear always had room for fish.
“You made your decision on being my beta?” I asked quietly.
“If you sure that’s what you want.”
“You’re the only one I trust enough.” He ought to know that by now. “Max is too young—and he’s too hot-headed. Fuck, Magnus would try to provoke him into a challenge just to hurt me.”



