Fated Attraction_Shifter Nation_Werebears Of The Everglades

by Meg Ripley

  “You do that.” Mr. Cross turned to face Lance once again. “You’ll be permitted to come to The Club anytime you wish. You may eat and drink to your heart’s content, and you may use the grounds at your leisure. But I can revoke your membership at any time, so I suggest you behave yourself.”

  “Are there any rules I need to know about?” Lance had spent most of his life making his own rules, but obtaining a permanent membership in The Club was important to him. Nowhere else would he find a place he could truly be himself. He was willing to play along, at least for a little while.

  Mr. Cross smiled, a cruel look creeping over his thin lips. “Just use common sense. You don’t tell anyone about this place, not that you’re coming here and not what it is. You don’t reveal your true identity to anyone, even if you believe you can trust them. Most of all, the Society comes first. No matter what else is happening, your loyalty to us is the most important thing.”

  “Understood.” Those were rules Lance could play along with. If only his uncle could see him now, about to become a member the Darkblood Society. They had spent many evenings discussing the rumors, and now Lance would be living it.

  “Very well. Bruno will take you down to the lounge. Don’t let me hear from you or about you until I’m ready to.”

  Lance nodded and followed the brutish man back through the maze of hallways and down the stairs; they then veered to the right through a large set of wooden doors and into the lounge. It was dark and inviting, with hidden light fixtures that cast a soft glow from the corners of the room. There were several clusters of leather chairs and sofas, with low tables and potted plants between them. A wooden bar ran along the right side of the room with a massive collection of bottles behind it. The bartender was a young woman with pale skin and dark hair, and she looked up as she wiped down the surface of the bar.

  Lance made his way over to her. “What’s good here?”

  She watched him from under her thick fringe of bangs. “Everything.”

  “Whiskey and Coke, then. What’s your name?”

  The bartender moved slowly as she retrieved a bottle of expensive whiskey from the shelf behind her and set a high ball glass on the bar.

  “Mia.”

  “That’s a lovely name.” Lance studied her, trying to determine just who—and what—she was. It was clear she didn’t enjoy having him in her bar, something he hadn’t experienced before. But was she a shifter or a human? Did Mr. Cross have human slaves working for him? He had heard of such things, but not for a long time.

  She finished mixing the drink and shoved it toward him. “Don’t bother. I’m not interested in you or your story. I have enough to keep track of without babysitting some newbie.”

  Just as he was about to protest, a waft of human scent assaulted his nostrils. Lance was ready to hurl an insult at her, but he noticed that he was no longer alone at the bar. A man had sat on the stool right next to him, and he was watching him intently.

  “Don’t mind Mia,” the guy said as the bartender handed him a shot glass of the same brand of whiskey and glared at him. “She doesn’t get paid to be nice.”

  “Shut up, Jason. I have a right to express my opinion.”

  Jason raised an eyebrow at her. “I guess that means I can express my opinion that you wouldn’t make it a week if you worked at a human bar.” He tossed back the drink and slammed the glass on the counter.

  Mia scoffed at him, chucked the glass in a sink, and disappeared through a door behind the bar.

  Lance turned to him and held out his hand; it was time to start making friends, whether he liked it or not. The members of The Club could just as easily vote him out as they voted him in. “I’m Lance Rockland.”

  “Oh, I know. I think everyone does. I’m Jason, Jason Cross.” With his light brown hair swept back off his forehead and his boyish smile, he didn’t look like he could be a shifter. The human scent that stuck to his clothing made Lance wonder if this guy was even supposed to be here, but his last name had caught Lance’s attention.

  “Cross, as in Mr. Cross?” Lance took a sip of his drink. It was too strong, but he was probably going to need it.

  “The very same. He’s my father, and Mia is my cousin.” He looked at the door she had gone through and shook his head. “She gets away with murder, but she can make some decent cocktails when she puts her mind to it. Tell me, how did you hear about us? It seems strange that a shifter all the way from Illinois would know exactly where to find this place.”

  Lance pressed his lips together. It didn’t seem fair that he was going to have to reveal his past already, not when he had been a member for less than five minutes. But Jason seemed friendly enough, and he was a good connection to have. “I grew up on a farm with my uncle, who was also a shifter. A distant cousin of mine who was passing through told us about the rumors he’d heard. We weren’t sure what to think of it at the time, and I was far too young to even imagine leaving home. But I decided to look it up online—on the dark web—as an adult, and there was more information out there than I expected.”

  Jason frowned as he got up and made his way around the bar, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring himself another shot. “I’ll have to look into that. What makes you want to join our little group?”

  Lance wasn’t sure if Jason’s questions were borne of curiosity or if he had been asked to interrogate the stranger for his father.

  Shrugging, Lance took another sip. “It’s a big city…with a lot of humans in it. Where else am I going to be able to find others like myself?”

  Jason smiled. “Hey, not all humans are bad. I happen to know, since my girlfriend is one.”

  “You’re kidding.” Lance swung his head back to his drinking partner, who was grinning even harder now. It certainly explained the way he smelled. “And your father approves?”

  “Oh, I think he might be hoping it’s just a phase and I’ll get over it, but that’s not too likely. Besides, look around.” Jason gestured around the lounge. “Do you see many females here?”

  The lounge was indeed filled with men. Mia was the only woman he had seen, and Jason hadn’t mentioned if the shifter gene was in her blood or not. The genetics of dragons could be unreliable, but she certainly didn’t smell human.

  “Come on. I’ll introduce you to some of the guys.” Jason hopped up from his barstool and strode across the room with confidence.

  Lance followed. If the other members accepted him even half as well as Jason seemed to, then he was home free.

  “This is Dirk,” Jason said, pointing to a tall, thin man with brown hair that swooped up from his hairline and fell to the side. “He’s the one you’d really want to talk to when it comes to human women. They’re kind of a hobby of his.”

  Dirk had flinty eyes, and he flicked them at Lance over his dirty martini. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll tell you right off that I didn’t vote you in. How do we know you aren’t some sort of spy? Or a hunter? I hear they’re on the rise again.”

  This was news to Lance, but he didn’t let it show. “I wouldn’t be surprised; hunters killed my parents. I’d be happy to take care of some of them if you know where they are.” The temperature of his blood rose, threatening to force him into a shift.

  “Pretending to be some badass renegade isn’t going to make me like you any better,” Dirk cautioned. “And killing the hunters is a nice idea, but Mr. Cross would never allow it.”

  “My father makes a pretty big deal of keeping our secret,” Jason explained. “It’s to the point of being annoying sometimes, but he’s trying to ensure our safety. Killing hunters would only call attention to us, plus it would only confirm what the hunters keep telling the rest of the humans. As it stands right now, most of them don’t believe that we actually exist.”

  “That’s exactly why we need to eliminate them, though,” said a man who sat across from Dirk. He had soulful eyes in a shade of pale blue, and he kept them focused on the orange slice in his old fashioned.
“They keep gaining ground, touting their cause on the internet and any other media that will have them. Eventually, someone is going to believe them. You’ve got to make your dad listen, Jason.”

  Jason squared his shoulders. “It’s a nice idea, Ethan, but he’s been running this society for decades. He knows more than we do. Come on.” He looked at Lance. “I’ll take you out to the garden.”

  They wound their way through the lounge and exited the building. It was dark out here, but Lance recognized the large, winding hedges and the lit pools. He had more of a chance to look around now, and he realized the walls of the garden were actually composed of the building itself. The garden was in a courtyard, completely shielded on all sides by tall buildings.

  “Out here,” Jason explained, “you’re free to shift anytime. You can fly, but you have to stay below the rooftops. There’s always plenty of food and drinks available. The Club started off as just the building where the lounge is, but it’s too expensive to have dragons indoors. My father bought the entire block and transformed it into what you see here.” He looked proudly over the grounds with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a small smile playing on his lips.

  “Then why are so many members still in their human forms?” Lance had noticed a few dragons laying near the pool, their sleek bodies graceful and relaxed. One of them dove under the water, his tail undulating gracefully as he propelled himself to the other end. But there were plenty of men who had retained their bipedal nature, relaxing on comfortable chairs, sipping drinks, and smoking cigars.

  “Some find it therapeutic to shift, but others prefer the luxuries of the human world. Everyone is a little different, and we like to think that every member can be comfortable in the way that works best for him.” Jason himself seemed perfectly complacent the way he was.

  Lance longed to let go of the shape he had been fighting so hard to keep, but there were a few more answers he needed from Jason. “Mr. Cross said he had everyone vote on my membership. Dirk said he was opposed to the idea, and I believe him. Can I ask what your choice was?”

  The other man smiled. “You don’t like to gloss things over, do you?”

  “The devil is in the details, and perhaps a dragon or two.”

  Jason clapped his hand on Lance’s shoulder. “I voted for you. I thought it might be a good idea to have some new blood in here; to stir everyone up a little. But Dirk is always stirred up, so he doesn’t count. You’ll find an interesting mix of shifters here. Some, like Ethan, think the Society is too strict; others think it isn’t strict enough, and I’m sure there are some who don’t give a shit either way.” He reached out to a nearby table and snagged a cold beer, having left his bottle of whiskey back on the bar.

  “Is it true what Dirk said about the hunters? I’ve been living in solitude as a dragon for so long that I haven’t had any information about what’s really going on in the world. The news doesn’t report about people like us.” Lance felt the heat rise inside him once again at the thought. It wouldn’t be long before he would need to succumb to the urge that throbbed in his system.

  “Maybe, maybe not.” Jason waved off his concerns with his free hand. “As long as they don’t know we exist, we’re safe. I admit I used to be a little more cavalier about the separation between the dragon world and the human world, and the fact that my girlfriend is human would make anyone think I still feel that way, but the truth is that I’ve learned to trust my father. He has things in check, even when we don’t know about it.”

  Lance nodded, contemplating what his new acquaintance had said. He wasn’t sure he could trust the members of the Society, and at least some of them weren’t sure they could trust him, either. Still, they had one thing in common, and Lance had to hope that was enough. “If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to go make myself comfortable.”

  “Be my guest.”

  Stepping forward, Lance sucked in a deep breath and let his body go. He felt his wings burst from his shoulder blades first, eager to feel the wind against them. His skin morphed into the emerald scales he had come to know so well as a child, and he shook out his hands as their bones elongated. The heat that had been a burn of anger in him throughout the day was now the heart that powered his reptilian body, and a curl of smoke escaped one nostril. Lance’s body stretched and changed, with a neck that was tall and snakelike and a tail that could wipe out a human with one lash. It felt so good, like being on the verge of an orgasm, and he released a sigh of satisfaction.

  Jason gave a nod of approval before moving off to visit with some of the other men at the drinks table.

  Lance crept slowly toward the pools of water, remembering what it had been like to dive into the large pond on the farm as a child. Eyeing the other dragons cautiously, he bent his neck forward and lapped at the crystal liquid. It was pure and clean; better than any water he had ever tasted as a human.

  He slid forward until he was completely submerged, feeling the water rush between every scale and under each claw and spike. With a burst of energy, he shot from the surface of the water into the air, scattering a spiral of droplets as he expanded his wings with a snap and zoomed over the tops of the hedges. It wasn’t the same as flying over the open fields and woods of Illinois, but it was more than he’d had in a while. Lance reveled in the rush of air over his scales.

  Still, he knew he could only go so high. Looking down, he had a better view of The Club’s garden than he had from the ground. There were more members present than he had originally noticed, and there was no denying the fact that most of them hadn’t bothered to shift. What had he gotten himself into?

  4

  Sabrina flipped her hair over her shoulder in frustration. “Look, Gina, it’s really not that hard. You just open up the front and load the envelopes, and then type them up on your computer.” She rose from her desk and went to the printer, where Gina stood looking lost.

  “I can’t ever seem to get them in there right. They always jam.” The young secretary stared at her with wide blue eyes.

  Normally, Sabrina wouldn’t really mind helping out a coworker, but she had taken Gina through these particular steps far too many times. It didn’t help that the phone hadn’t stopped ringing all day, including her cell. Uncle Wade had been trying to get a hold of her all week, and she didn’t have time for his antics.

  “Here. There’s a little diagram right here on the inside of the door that shows you how to orient the envelopes.” Sabrina pointed to a little sticker that she had pointed to countless other times. One of these days, she would talk to human resources about being a little more selective in their hiring.

  The phone rang again behind her just as Lance Rockland stepped out of his office. Sabrina had expected the new CFO to be just like any other corporate bigwig, trying to pinch her ass at the water cooler and standing by her desk just so he could stare down her shirt. But this man was completely different. Handsome and much younger than the geezer who had retired last month and left the position open, Lance always kept a polite distance from her.

  “Sabrina, I’ve got a package that needs to go out today. Can you tell me where you keep the packing tape and labels?” His question was strictly business, and his eyes never shifted from her face, but when he looked at her, it was as though he was staring straight into her soul.

  “Sure, they’re right here.” She opened a nearby cabinet and pointed to the supplies. “I can wrap it up for you if you’d like.”

  “You have enough on your plate, but thanks.” He grabbed what he needed and turned back toward his office.

  No other boss would have turned down the offer, taking advantage of any opportunity to pile his work on someone else. “Hey, do you still want to try that café? I plan on going down there today if you want to come.” Sabrina could have kicked herself. She wasn’t a flirt, especially not since her last relationship. Her ex had left a bitter taste in her mouth that made her question her choice in men.

  Lance paused, running a hand through his dark
hair. “Well, I suppose I could…” He stopped and looked at her, his face stiffening. “Thanks, but I have a lot of work to do.” He retreated into his office and shut the door.

  “The phone’s for you.” Gina was standing in front of Sabrina’s desk, the receiver in her hand. “He’s says he’s your uncle.”

  Sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly through pursed lips, Sabrina tried to let go of her anger and frustration. The only saving grace was that the work day was nearly over, and soon enough, she’d be able to go home to her comfortable apartment and a generous glass of wine. Taking the receiver from Gina and throwing herself back into her desk chair, she pressed the phone to her ear.

  “Hi, Uncle Wade.”

  “Hey, kiddo!” His voice was far too loud, and Sabrina immediately leaned forward to punch the volume button on the keypad. “I’m on the road again, and it looks like I’ll be traveling your way. Thought I might have a little time to visit with my favorite niece.”

  “Oh, that’s great.” She wanted to sound more enthusiastic, but it just wasn’t possible. Uncle Wade was sweet enough, but he was a bit of a crackpot. He had a lot of theories about government secrets, subliminal advertising, and Area 51; unfortunately, that was only the tip of the iceberg. “I’m afraid I have a pretty busy schedule at work, though.”

  “Not to worry at all! I was just hoping to crash on your couch for a night or two. I won’t bother you at all during business hours, but maybe we could catch up in the evenings. Unless, of course, you have a date or something.”

  Sabrina closed her eyes. Her parents had been gone for several years, and Uncle Wade seemed to think it was his job to make sure Sabrina found someone to take care of her. “No, I can’t say I do.”

  “Well, you know I’d normally have something to say about that. I mean, a young woman all on her own in New York City can’t be a good thing. But at least this time it means you have time for your old uncle. Maybe we can hunt a few dragons while we’re at it.”