The sequel to "Omarati"
Fabulous review from Lena Grey
4.5 Kisses _ Top2Bottom Reviews
Calliph and Mateo are back! The peace of the shifter pair's calm, quiet life, is shattered by a visit from one of Calliph's old pack members. Calliph must travel to the town of his birth, Naolassel, to speak on behalf of his twin brother, Rupos, who has been charged with murder. But Calliph's decision will endanger his beloved kitten...not to mention their relationship. Can Mateo reconcile with who Calliph was--and what he did--during the war, or is the truth of his wolf too much to bear?
Excerpt
Mateo scooped up another shovelful of snow and dumped it over the other side of the fence. As much as he loved the twinkle and shimmer, as much as he adored helping their son Jonus build snow forts, he hated shoveling the stuff. He paused to rest, taking in the sight of Calliph across from him.
And what a sight Calliph was. The werewolf raised and lowered his shovel with barely any effort, the muscles in his thighs and calves rippling beneath skintight pants. He had cleared twice as much of the walk as Mateo had in the same amount of time. Apparently sensing Mateo's scrutiny, Calliph turned to him and grinned, warming Mateo all the way down to his toes, despite the frigid temperature.
"Worn out already?" Calliph asked.
Mateo chuckled. "You're not the only thing that can exhaust me."
"I'm the most pleasant thing, though, am I not?" Calliph winked and returned his attention to the pile of snow in front of him.
"You are indeed." Though barely a year had passed since they had settled down together in Namicia, to Mateo it felt as if life had always been like this. He had adjusted to being a landlubber far faster and easier than he'd anticipated; indeed, his time aboard the Golden Magnus was now a fond, distant memory, rather than a thing he missed or craved. He'd even managed to find a few hobbies, bird watchinghow ironic for a catand sketching among them.
Movement by the front gate drew Mateo's attention. Dressed in a black cloak trimmed at the bottom with fur, the newcomer approached the gate and stood waiting for acknowledgement. Tall and bulky, he kept his gaze down and his hands clasped behind his back. The red badge embroidered on the collar of his cloak marked him as someone of status, though of what importance, Mateo didn't know. Mateo flared his nostrils, taking in the acrid scent of an unfamiliar shifter. "Appears you have a visitor, my love."
Calliph stiffened, a faint yellow hue in his narrowed eyes. "He's from my pack; one of my kin."
"Is he a friend?" Mateo mentally mapped the layout of the yard, approximating the number of steps to the door in case they needed to go after weapons.
"I wouldn't go that far."
