Page 6 of Shifters Unifying
“Back to his sassy, Callie-loving self. Sheila’s been around once or twice, but I get the feeling she wasn’t worried about Sully-Boy.”
“No, she was probably checking on me,” I agreed. Logan must have sent her.
Sully-Boy belonged to Callie, a ten-year-old girl who lived in Willow Creek. Sully-Boy was Callie’s heart-animal, and Sheila was Callie’s mother and Logan’s cousin. I’d saved Sully-Boy from death often enough that I felt like I knew Sheila pretty well, although that had been before I’d learned I could shift.
“Oh, some red-haired Irish man has been poking around here. He brought food for me and the kids. There was a gift card in there. Enough for a month of food. Can you believe that?”
I grinned. “Yeah, that’s Flynn. Doesn’t surprise me.”
“Want me to check on your mom?”
“No, she’s on my list of people to call today, and I’ll be back into Willow Creek as soon as I can.” My phone buzzed against my face, and I lowered it to see ’s number and face on my screen. I switched to speakerphone. ”Hey, Shannon, Riley’s calling me. I’m going to take that. Hugs to the kids.”
“Sounds good,” Shannon answered. “Take care of yourself, hon’.”
I answered Riley’s call. “Riley?” I asked, almost afraid to hear her voice. “How are you, sweetie?”
“I’ve had a killer migraine on and off,” she said, her voice devoid of her usual pep.
“Are those usually for you?”
“Not really. But it worked out with the time off, so no complaints, and my mom’s been taking care of me.”
“Can I send you anything?” I asked, missing bubbly, cheerful, match-making-for-her-boss Riley.
“No, I’m okay. How have you been? Shannon says you’ve got a lot going on in your life right now and needed some time.”
I didn’t really know how much of Riley’s memory had been corrected. At my say so, Torbin had delved and healed her mind to remove the trauma from Acheron’s torture of her, and I hadn’t seen her since. Did she recall seeing me shift in the parking lot behind my vet practice or any of her later kidnapping? Would she eventually remember?
“Oh, some guy left food outside our door. A big box. He had red hair, big beard with trinkets in it. He looked a little like a Viking. Did you have anything to do with that? I know you’ve done that for Shannon before.”
“That’s Flynn,” I said. “Next time you see him, tell him hi.”
“We didn’t really need any food,” she said. “My mom always makes too much anyway.”
I chuckled, glad for the Red Tail clan. It seemed to be true of shifters, in general; if they decided they were on a side, then they stuck to it. Ride or die style.
“I know, but you’ve been a great employee, and I like taking care of you.”And keeping you safe, Riley.“Your parents can enjoy the food, too.”
“Well, thanks. You’re probably the best boss I’ve ever heard of.” It was the first smile I’d heard in her voice since our conversation. “When are you coming back to work?”
“There have been some… developments I’m working on. It’ll be at least another month.”
She remained silent for a long moment. “Should I look for another job?”
“No, not yet. Just consider yourself on paid leave for a month.” I paused. “And enjoy it.”
She chuckled. “Once I get rid of these headaches, I plan to. Thanks, boss.”
“Welcome. We’ll talk soon.”
The call ended without goodbyes.
Riley wasn’t back to her normal self, but talking to her had eased more of my worry. The remainder of the worry boulder had my mom’s name on it. I thought about calling her, but she’d have way more questions than I had answers to give her. Listening to her trembling, emotional voice would put me over whatever edge I had, so for now, I decided to send her a text instead.
Maybe it was chicken shit of me, but keeping a tight rein on my feelings was the only thing anchoring me in reality. I could easily lose myself to endless mating with Logan or lose myself inprimal shifter magic next time I transformed or lose myself to Acheron.
I opened my text messaging app once more. Scrolling through all her messages without reading anything more than the preview didn’t help with my guilt. They probably all said the same thing.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6 (reading here)
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122
- Page 123