Demetria is feeling blue, but she and Tammy, Everett’s sister, get together for drinks and movies, but when one of the ladies drops a glass on the floor, Everett comes over to ensure the two of them are okay. So much for the start of his vacation. But he’s fine with it, as long as it affords him the chance to see Demetria again. Little does he know, the next morning when he gets a call from his mother at her jaguar daycare, their whole jaguar shifter world will change forever and he and Demetria will be given the assignment that will challenge them to the end in A Very Jaguar Christmas.
Excerpt from A Very Jaguar Christmas
“Okay, I’m going to make the call and hope these people are truly shifters and don’t think we’re crank callers,” Everett said.
“If they’re anything like us, they won’t believe you.” Wade settled against the couch.
“True.” Demetria sat next to Everett on the couch, surprising him…and pleasing him.
Maya and Wade’s brows lifted marginally. Wade’s mouth curved a bit as if to say, “I told you so.”
Demetria was watching Maya pull the pup around the floor with the rope toy, and Everett was glad she seemed to have missed his family’s reaction. “If someone called me and told me he was a wolf shifter, had come across a jaguar cub shifter, and needed to find the parent, I wouldn’t believe him. I’m sure since we didn’t know about them, they wouldn’t know about us either,” Demetria said.
“Agreed. Which is why it would be better if you could meet them in person.” Maya laughed when the pup went for her hand instead of the rope toy. “You’re just like jaguar cubs.”
Everett called the number for Devlyn and as soon as he picked up, Everett put the phone on speaker.
“Hello?” Devlyn sounded like he could be a big, growly wolf.
“Hi, I’m Everett Anderson and I’m going to tell you something that is going to shock you as much as it did me, but I’m looking—“
“I don’t want any.” Devlyn hung up on him.
Everyone laughed out loud but Everett. “What did I say?” He clearly had missed the punchline.
Demetri smiled. “He probably thought you were trying to sell him something. Let me try.” She punched in Devlyn’s number. “Hi, I’m Demetria MacFarlane and I’m trying to locate the parents of an Arctic wolf pup shifter who was left off at a daycare in Dallas, Texas.”
Silence. At least Devlyn didn’t hang up on her.
“I got your name and number from Chrissie Thompson, whose husband, Henry, is a friend of my law enforcement partner’s half sister.”
With civilians, they used the guise of being undercover federal agents. Until the wolf shifters realized the jaguar shifters existed, that would probably be the best approach to use with them for now.
When Devlyn didn’t respond, she tried again. ”We don’t have any idea how to get hold of the parents of the little boy, but we had to start somewhere. We realize you probably live too far away to be the ones we’re looking for, but we’re trying to find anyone who might know of them.”
“Have you got proof that you have a wolf shifter pup?” Devlyn asked.
Everett was practically holding his breath, but from Devlyn’s response, he had to be a wolf shifter. Otherwise, he most likely would have just hung up on Demetria.
“Yeah, sure. Just a sec. My partner took a video of the boy shifting so it shows what he looks like both as a boy and as a wolf pup.” Demetria sent the video to Devlyn and they all waited for a response.
“Hell, we don’t take videos of wolves shifting.”
Demetria let out her breath in an annoyed way. “Don’t you think we know that? How dangerous it can be for our kind? Though even so, I doubt anyone would believe it was for real. We need to locate the boy’s family. Once we locate some packs, we need to show them something that would prove we’re not making some false claim. How else are we going to identify the boy without driving all over the country and running into all kinds of dead ends, just like we have with you? Time is of an essence. His parents have to be frantic. How would you feel if you were him, lost and unable to return to your family? How would you feel if he was one of your own children?”
Everett smiled a little. Demetria wasn’t like any Guardian he ever knew, and he loved the way she handled the growly wolf.
“I don’t know the boy. We don’t know of any Arctic wolves or packs around here.” Devlyn’s tone of voice was still gruff, but he didn’t sound like he was ready to end the call so quickly now.
Everett noted the look of disappointment on everyone’s faces. “We really need to find the boy’s parents.”
“He looks to be about three and a half or four years of age. You should be able to ask him his name and who his parents are, maybe even his home address.”
“We didn’t have a chance to before he shifted.” Everett regretted that he hadn’t. Everett hadn’t expected him to shift, and had been so shocked to learn of the existence of werewolves he hadn’t really thought of asking anything.
“You’re the guy who just called me?” Devlyn asked.
“Yeah. We’re working in the blind here.”
“Wolf packs don’t advertise their locations. You ought to know that. How exactly did you end up with the boy?” Devlyn sounded more curious now.
Everett realized they were getting further by just showing the video of the boy, even if the wolves might not like it. Everett and the others knew how dangerous it was to have any proof that any of them could shift. But under the circumstances, they needed the proof that they had a wolf shifter boy.
“He was dropped off at my mother’s daycare,” Everett said. “We couldn’t determine the identity of the woman on the security tape, but we assume she stole the boy from a wolf pack, then decided she had made a mistake and left him off at the daycare. She left no ID behind. Just a bag and a blanket.”
“She must have realized your place was a wolf daycare center. Which means she’s one of us. Why else would she have dropped off a wolf child at your particular daycare center?”
Everett glanced at Demetria to see her take on it. He was afraid as soon as he said that it wasn’t but was a jaguar shifter daycare instead, Devlyn would hang up on him.
Demetria shook her head, and he took that to mean he shouldn’t mention they were jaguars.
Have a super day!
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