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\u201cWhat about you? Any exciting times in the life of a witch who was once a queen?\u201d He leaned closer. \u201cAnd how far are we from this bitch?\u201d \u201cI was a queen for a long time\u2026\u201d I hummed. \u201cI fought in a supernatural war. I\u2019m very political, so a lot of people know me.\u201d \u201cYou have that type of face,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019re used to people knowing who you are the moment you walk into the room, whether because of your beauty or your reputation.<\/p>\n

Do people bow?\u201d \u201cSome,\u201d I said softly, looking at him as he leaned closer and closer to my shoulder. He was definitely attracted to me. Whoever he had expected to find in my house, I was not that. He was intensely interested in me. And I was growing more and more interested in him. \u201cA war? Which one? I\u2019ve heard of a couple.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not important,\u201d I said softly. \u201cAnd not a time in my life I enjoy talking about.\u201d \u201cWar is like that. My apologies.\u201d He pulled away, leaning toward his window. \u201cYou have a brother. Is he a warlock?\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t tell you that.\u201d \u201cOkay, I\u2019ll live with that. Do you think you can tell me how close we are to this little girl?\u201d I smiled and turned down another road, ignoring his question. I found the village I wanted and pulled in.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to do the rest on foot,\u201d I told him as I cut the engine. I put the keys in my pocket and said hello to several of the people living in the village. They knew me well, and I wished I could spend time with them today. I went to a friend, a sweet older woman, had a quick discussion about my truck, and she agreed to keep the kids from climbing on it. Kushim hovered nearby, watching everyone as carefully as they watched him. I grabbed my spear from the bed of my truck, and people gasped.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything is fine,\u201d I promised loudly, speaking in their local dialect for clarity. \u201cJust protecting myself.\u201d Several men and women nodded. Kids wanted to see the spear, and I indulged them for a moment.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. CHAPTER ONE AUGUST 21, 2020 I was having a fine day, or I thought I was. I was at one of my homes in Zambia, looking over the savannah on private property my brother Jabari owned.<\/p>\n

This was technically his territory, but he and I had shared everything over the years, with only a few notable exceptions. We were twins, so it only made sense that we were more comfortable living with each other than with anyone else. Not that we lived with anyone all that well, even our own father or mother, once we became adults. As werecats, my brother and I had a notable disposition that our werewolf cousins didn\u2019t. Like all things, I knew there were exceptions, but the general rules applied most of the time.<\/p>\n

Werewolves were the moon cursed supernatural species humans knew about. The brash, pack- based wolves, their Alphas, and their fights, living together and killing each other. They hunted together and fought together. When the full moon rose high in the sky, werewolves went out and ran together, their howls a symphony on the winds. Very rarely, a rogue wolf would run off to live alone. Werecats liked to live alone in a territory, a home to protect and guard, a piece of something of our own.<\/p>\n

We liked a quiet life and keeping those we cared about right next to us, safe and secure. There weren\u2019t many who could get close to a werecat. We didn\u2019t have the same open hearts as the werewolves. When the full moon rose high, we shifted into giant feline predators and stalked our prey, alone and silent. Very rarely, a werecat would refuse to make a territory and wander.<\/p>\n

Jabari and I were minor exceptions.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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