A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear)

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A Promise on White Wings

A Wiccan Were-Bear Novella

 

By R. E. Butler

 

 

Copyright 2013 R. E. Butler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear 7)

 

By R.E. Butler

 

 

 

License Notes

 

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Cover by Ramona Lockwood

 

This eBook is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is coincidental.

Disclaimer:  The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those older than the age of 18 only.

 

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I would like to extend sincere thanks to Jennifer Moorman for editing this story.

It was an honor to work with the fabulous Chelle Olson of Literally Addicted to Detail, who beta-read Jes’ story.

Many sincere thanks to Amanda Pederick for her beta-reading and help with the story’s continuity. 
Thank you for everything.

To my Aunt B. L. and to my husband, B. B., I love you both.  To Jacq McNeill, I love you bunches and I’m glad to have you in my corner.

To the Shifter Babes Street Team — You girls rock!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

 

 

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Chapter 1

 

 

Jesuit Denali, Prince of the only were-falcon nest in the state of Ohio, stared mutely at the computer monitor and then read the email.  He’d read it several times during the last hour but couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than stare at the screen.

 

From Adriel Stalking-Horse to the Leaders of the were-houses of Northern Ohio:

 

In celebration of the newly formed alliance between the were-houses and the were-lion pride, the den will be hosting a welcoming party on Saturday, October fifth.  All leaders are expected to attend.

 

Jes had first met Jantha, the head of the lion pride, in early September, when the pride came to Ohio and met with the leaders of all the were-groups.  Jantha had approached the heads of the groups, asking to bring his clan of white lions to Cleveland to join the were-group alliance.  Jes didn’t have a problem with more groups coming to Cleveland as long as they kept their noses clean and didn’t cause trouble, and the other were-group leaders had agreed.

The heads of the current were-groups – tiger, wolf, serpent, bear, and falcon – met last week when the heads of the were-houses gathered to vote on whether to extend their alliances to the lion pride or to encourage them to move on to another, less populated, area.  Jantha was a large man with a mane of graying blond hair and a goatee.  His pride was small, only thirteen, but lions were rare in the states — and white lions even rarer — and it was a boon to the area that they considered Northern Ohio a place they would like to live.

“Sire?” his right-hand Ley asked from the door of the office in Jes’ home.  “Will you be sending your regrets to the party?”

Jes exited his mail program and swiveled in the office chair.  There was only one reason not to go, and that would be if he were still harboring hurt feelings over being cast aside by the Wiccan Elizabeth, when she chose to collar twin were-bears.  He could admit, at least to himself, that his pride still stung a bit, even two years later.  But he knew that he’d never loved her, and it had been his foolish pride that had caused him to lash out and try to come between her and her mates.

“I’ll be going.”

Ley nodded his happiness that Jes was being agreeable and left him alone after asking if he’d like lunch brought in.  At eight hundred and sixteen, Ley was an old falcon, even by their long-life standards when every supernatural creature, except for vampires, aged one body year for every twelve years that passed.  Jes was twenty-three plus two.  Technically, he was eighty years old.  As Prince of his nest, he was the leader, responsible for the welfare of the one hundred and thirteen falcons who called their territory home.

When he found his mate, he would become King, and his mate would be Queen.  His father had been King and ruled the nest for three hundred years, until he lost a leg in a car accident.  His kind could repair most injuries, but a severed limb was not one of them.  During his father’s recovery, Jes’ mother took him back to her home nest in West Virginia, and Jes stepped up to rule in his stead.

Once he found a mate, they would be expected to produce heirs so that the line of leaders would continue uninterrupted.  Someone in his family had been head of the falcon nest for more than two thousand years.  He wasn’t about to break that streak.

His people wanted him to choose one of the unmated females in the nest to mate with, but he couldn’t bring himself to commit to any of them, and he thought it was cruel to ask a woman to enter into a loveless marriage.  No, his woman was out there somewhere, and if he believed in all that Wiccan nonsense, she’d have white wings as the prophecy from the Wiccan coven had proclaimed two years ago.  With a snort of derision, he knew that was impossible.  There were no shifters with white wings, which meant that the prophecy was a joke and he was, perhaps, fated to be alone for the remainder of his very long life.

A disturbance at the door made him lift his eyes, and he found his younger brothers, Tonik and Revere, watching him.

“Yeah?” he asked, swiveling the desk chair back and forth slightly with his foot.

Tonik asked, “Do you want to go to the get together alone or do you want us with you?”

Jes raised a brow.  His brothers came into the office and sat down.  Where Jes inherited his father’s curly black hair, olive skin, and forest green eyes, Tonik and Rev favored their mother, both looking like muscular blond surfer boys with sky-blue eyes and nearly identical grins.  They weren’t twins, and Tonik was a year older than Rev, but they acted like twins often enough and they looked similar enough that they were regularly regarded as such.

“I had hoped you would come along willingly to the den and not make me have to call rank and force you to go.”

Rev chuckled.  Although Jes was no slouch in the muscles department, Rev was nothing
but
muscle, and if he didn’t want to go somewhere, only his sense of duty would make it happen.

Tonik elbowed Rev.  “We’ll go.  We just wanted to make sure you wanted company.”

Rev’s face softened.  “Are you worried about seeing the witch?”

Exhaling loudly, Jes said, “Not really.  I made an ass of myself, but that’s in the past.  I’m not crazy about going to the den, but Adriel and his people have been good allies to us, and he’d take it as an insult if we didn’t show.”

Tonik’s voice lowered to almost a whisper.  “We could go in your place.”

“No, you can’t.  I’m the leader of the nest, and I’m expected to be there to show my support of the new alliance.  I’ll go, but you two will be by my side.”

Both nodded.  They’d had their arguments as youngsters, and still butted heads from time to time, but he loved his brothers fiercely and knew that they would do anything for him, the same as he would do for them.

His brothers left him several minutes later, and he turned his attention back to work.  The nest owned a home improvement store called The Tool Box, in Bishop, Ohio, where their nest was located.  Jes ran the company from his home, and any falcon who wanted to worked for him in some way.  A construction company run by a local were-tiger pride in Whisper Creek, twenty miles from Bishop, was one of their biggest customers, and Jes was good friends with Midas, King of the tigers.

Jes looked at the supply order and decided that maybe he really did want lunch, so he called Ley and asked him to whip up something and bring it to the office.  When he took over the nest, he moved into a home more than a hundred years old located at the center of their territory.  He liked the old-world feel to the home, but he had modernized most of the interior.  The eleven-bedroom home reminded him of a mansion, complete with stately columns along the front.  It even had servants’ quarters.  Ley and the house staff lived in the servants’ quarters and took care of the home and made sure that Jes’ life ran smoothly.

After eating, he decided to shift and get some fresh air.  He headed downstairs and out into the garden.  As a falcon shifter, he could shift into a very large falcon or into his half-form, completely human except for his wings.  He stripped off his shirt and laid it on a stone bench and let his wings unfurl from his back.  After stretching them out, he lifted off the ground with a few strong flaps and headed for the roof.  When he was young and wanted to disappear, he used to fly up to the roof of his parents’ home and hide.  As an adult, he enjoyed the solitude of the rooftop.

He settled onto his back after tucking his wings back into his body and let his mind wander.  Was his mate out there somewhere?  Was she thinking of him right now?  Closing his eyes, he felt a stirring in his soul, as if someone was answering him.  It gave him hope.  If she
were
out there, he would find her, and he would never let her go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

Chance Aroyo, oldest son of the King of the white lion pride, rolled over and jerked awake quickly when his hand landed on a warm arm.  He blinked his sleep-blurry eyes and found the slumbering form of the woman he’d taken to bed last night.

Shit.

He didn’t realize she’d stayed over.  He explicitly remembered telling her to let herself out, but then he must have passed out.

He sat up, cracking his neck and snarling inwardly.  He shook the young woman awake.  She rolled over, flashing her small breasts with the motion, and cooed with a sleep-roughened voice, “Up for another round?”

“Sorry, but I need you to take off.  I’ve got a meeting to get to and I can’t be late.”

He stood and ignored her unhappy glare as he found her clothes on the floor and placed them on the bed along with her purse and keys, and then he escaped into the bathroom to shower.  It was a cowardly move, but he wasn’t feeling up to having an early morning argument with a woman he had no interest in seeing again.

He heard her cursing under her breath as she dressed, and then she slammed the front door.  Breathing a sigh of relief, he showered the scent of her off him and grabbed the sheets and tossed them in the washer.

He’d been feeling jumpy for the last few days, his lion pacing under his skin.  At first, he’d shaken off the strange feelings as just a bit of loneliness.  In their former home of Kaushega, Washington, he’d never had a shortage of dates with the local humans and she-wolves.  His father, Jantha, had tired of the weather in Washington and at first wanted to move the pride to Michigan.  But Michigan was a mostly-wolf state, and Chance was pleased that his father had changed his mind and decided to settle in Cleveland.  Besides large vampire and Wiccan covens, the northern part of the state was home to a small wolf pack, a tiger pride, a falcon nest, a bear den, and a serpent nest.  It was a melting pot of supernatural creatures.  And all the groups were allied together except for the vampires, who didn’t like to ally themselves to anyone but other vampires.

When the anxiety hadn’t eased over the last month they had been there, but actually grew increasingly worse, he decided to speak to his dad about it.

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