Free read: Another just for fun story about my were-tabby, Jared.
This is my third and final Jared story that I have posted. If you enjoyed the story and haven't read them all please check for my free read link on my website.
Enjoy.
Janice Seagraves~
Jared padded into the parking lot by the shabby house of worship. The church’s white crucifix glowed in the borrowed glamour of moonlight. He loved this time of the night, quiet and dark. The world slept while he prowled.
Nearing a dumpster, a low growl startled him. Jared sniffed and scented spray. By the stink it was a tom. Shit. How could I forget it was breeding season? Every male cat he passed would be angling for a fight. I don’t have time for this. I’ve got to find Morgan.
The caterwaul sounded again. Jared pricked his ears forward. The tom slinked from the shadows and his cry hit a higher note, as heated breath plumed about his mouth. “Get lost,” it said.
The tom stalked closer, arching its back. Fresh scars marked its face and it smelled of old blood. It rumbled another warning then hissed.
Jared wiped the spittle from his face. He’s either too stupid or too hard up to realize I’m not an ordinary cat. With a quick glance around for any eye-witnesses, he then stretched forward and willed the change.
The old scarred male’s throat issued another warning, only to be cut off in mid-growl. Then it made a feline version of “Huh?”
Jared’s bones popped and shifted. He moaned, feeling his skin pulling as it tightened. Fur disappeared and his skin smoothed out. His night vision dimmed as his eyesight returned to something close to human. Panting, he stood on two very human feet staring down at the feline, as it slowly backed away.
The chill night wind roused goose bumps along his skin. “What’s the matter, kitty? Don’t you want to play?”
With a last cry of dismay, the tom fled back into the shadow of the dumpster.
Jared smelled ammonia and realized the cat had pissed itself as it ran. “What? Not even a tummy rub?”
The tom climbed to the top of a fence, but stopped to give him one last wide-eyed stare over its shoulder. Then it jumped over the other side, disappearing from sight.
Complete in furs he ambled away, slower than before. Changing twice in one night sure was tiring. He wondered if Morgan was awake. I could use a cuddle. He knew he could find her, as he was still following her scent.
Hurrying to his lover’s house, he entered through the pet door. She did say she used to have a cat. Then he padded through the kitchen, with its tempting food smells, which made his tummy rumble. She made spaghetti. Sorry I missed that. He headed down the hall. When he nosed the bedroom door wider, he sniffed, scenting her perfume, light and spicy. It suited her. Then he slipped through the opening and jumped on the bed.
Jared’s heart filled with love for his mate, as he enjoyed the sensation of being petted. Tucking himself under her chin, he purred loudly. I’m finally home.
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