Author Charlie Richards

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Driving Borscht Batty

Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book Twenty-Nine

Out of the Cage: Sometimes dealing with unexpected events can drive you crazy...but that isn't always a bad thing.

Borscht Kuznetsov is the master of his vampire coven. He likes his donors silent, his people obedient, and his life orderly. When an alarm on the northern outskirts of his property alert him to intruders, he leads the charge to drive the humans from his land. To his surprise, Borscht discovers they were chasing an Egyptian fruit bat. Confused by his sudden onslaught of protectiveness, he realizes the little creature is a shifter...who refuses to shift.

With his only memories that of his time spent in captivity, Sekani doesn't know much. He can't even understand the words of the people around him after he escapes from his prison. Still, one of them smells really good...and the man saved him from the hunters. When the man finally says a few words in halting English, Sekani learns that his world is so much larger than he could ever have imagined.

Can Borscht Handle his beloved's overabundance of excitement, especially when he learns that Sekani has friends that need rescuing?

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    Upon hearing a deep voice talking nearby, Sekani jolted. He lifted his head, blinking quickly, and looked around him. Seeing the massive man smiling down at him, it all came rushing back... being sedated and loaded up in a truck, waking up bouncing around in a tiny cage, only to have that cage slide off the shelf, slam into another cage, and the door open. Sekani had taken his chance and fled, but he felt bad leaving behind the others.

When the man said something else, Sekani lifted his head and stared up at him. He chittered softly, then rubbed his head along the seat again. Trying to express how much he liked the man’s smell on the seat. He rolled onto his back and rubbed some more.

The man spoke again, but Sekani still didn’t understand. He looked around the room, wondering if there was some other way to communicate with the man.

“You understand English, little one?”

Sekani swung his head around and focused on the man. His eyes grew large as he realized he understood that. Rolling onto his clawed feet, he rested the thumb-claws of his wings on the arm of the chair and cocked his head.

The woman standing beside the man said something, and the man spared her a glance. He returned his focus to Sekani. He smiled. Rounding the desk, he crouched down beside the chair.

“I am Borscht Kuznetsov,” the big man purred. “You are safe in my home, little one.” He reached out and gently caressed Sekani’s head. “Will you change to your human form, so we can talk?”

Sekani gaped. He couldn’t help it, even in bat form. This man knew he could turn into a human? On instinct, he scrambled backward. Sekani hit the other arm of the chair and flipped backward over it.

Squealing, Sekani tumbled off the chair.

“Easy, little one,” Borscht soothed, catching him. He held him cupped in his hands as he knelt on the floor. “You are safe, shifter. Safe. Calm down.”

As Borscht gently rubbed his thumbs over Sekani’s body, his trembling eased. This man knew about his ability to transform? He was okay with it? Sekani didn’t know how, but somehow he believed him.

Taking a leap of faith, Sekani rolled off the man’s hands, falling a couple of inches to the carpeted floor. Lying on his belly, he started to shift. His body grew. His fur receded. His wings turned into arms and his legs extended. His face reshaped and changed. As it happened, his tendons popped, his bones snapped, and his body felt as if it contorted strangely.

After what felt like forever, Sekani rested on his hands and knees. He felt the thick carpet under his palms and shins. The man’s heady scent still remained close, if a bit dulled. Finally, Sekani registered the large hand on his back, gently rubbing up and down his spine.

“There you go, little one,” Borscht rumbled from where he knelt next to him. “Now we can speak. We have much to discuss.”

“H-How did—” Sekani paused and swallowed hard. He turned his head and peered at the big man. “How did you know?”

Borscht smiled at him. With his free hand, he gently pushed the strands of Sekani’s thick dark hair from his eyes. “How did I know that you are a shifter?”

Sekani thought about that for a moment. A shifter. Okay. That term seemed to fit. He nodded.

Grinning, Borscht showed off sharper than normal canines. “I am a vampire, little one. I can smell the difference between a human and a shifter.”

“Vampire?” Sekani repeated the word. “I-I don’t understand,” he admitted. “What is that? Is that a monster like me?”