A Promise on White Wings (Wiccan-Were-Bear) by R. E. Butler Read Free Book Online Page A

body knows how to make the fangs and claws and wings go away.  We’re right here with you.”
    Jes kissed her, pressing his lips to hers for a brief moment before leaning back and capturing her hand with his.  She sighed.  And then she took in a deep breath as her eyes slid shut.  She exhaled slowly, her breath hissing softly between her lips.  Her face tightened slightly and she froze, her hand tightening against his, and then she seemed to get past the pain and her wings began to recede into her back.  A few tense moments later, she was completely human once more.
    She stood and walked into the bathroom, and he could see from the open door that she was looking at her back in the long mirror over the sink, her back to the mirror and her head peering over her shoulder.  “There are just two slits over my shoulder blades,” she called to them.
    “What did you expect?” he asked.
    “I don’t know, but those marks weren’t there before.  I only had the white marks.”
    “How did it feel this time?” Chance asked.
    “Better than the first time.”
    “It’s always hardest the first time.”
    She came out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorway.  “Should I try shifting again?”
    “I wouldn’t recommend it,” Jes said.  “You could tire yourself out.  You can try again in the morning.”
    He held out his hand to her, and she hesitated, not joining them.  He was about to ask her what was wrong when she said, “They’re going to come for me.  Whatever you did to get me out of the den and away from my people will only deter them for a while.”
    Chance darted off the bed, scooped her up in his arms and tossed her next to Jes.  She bounced once with a squeal before Chance leapt back onto the bed and caged her with his body over hers.
    “You’re wearing my fang marks on your neck and Jes’ talon marks on your arm.  What we did tonight means that you’re ours forever and we’re yours forever.  No matter what fucked up claim that male had on you, it was false.  You’re Jes’ prophesied mate.”  He straddled her legs and sat up, drawing his hands down her body.  “And you’re my katja , the mate of my soul.  No one on earth will take you from us.”
    She bit her bottom lip and tears welled in her eyes.  “You promise you can share me?  Forever?”
    Jes and Chance both nodded.  Jes knew that it would be difficult, but nothing worth having was easy.
    “We promise, Danika,” Jes secured her hand with his.  “Whatever happens with your den, you’re safe here with us, and no matter what, you’re our mate and that’s all that really matters.”
    Her fears seemed to ease, but not entirely disappear, and Jes took that as a good sign that she trusted them at least on the surface.  Being mates meant that there was an inherent trust between them already, but it was a thin trust, shallow like a puddle after a rainstorm.  But it would grow and deepen, until the trust between the three of them was as wide and deep as the ocean, and as powerful as the waves that broke across the shore.
    “We should get some rest,” Jes said, picking up her hand and kissing her palm.  He looked at Chance as he eased off of Danika and settled on her other side.
    Chance nodded and picked up her other hand.  Jes could tell that they felt the connection to each other the way that he did to them.  He felt as if Chance had become a brother, and their new mission in life was to protect their mate and their future offspring.
    Danika yawned and Chance said, “Let’s rest, katja .  We can talk more tomorrow.”
    She leaned forward and kissed both of them.  “We’ve got the rest of our lives.”
    Jes got up to extinguish the candles and then returned to bed.  Danika settled between him and Chance, and exhaustion fell over him as he moved close to his mate and cradled her hand against his chest.
    Great Falcon , help me keep her safe.
    Jes woke up at dawn, even though it had been well past midnight by