A Twitch of Tail (Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Six)

By R.E. Butler

Natural witch Wysteria Brannick has a great life: a job she loves at the new were-animal hospital and a place in the Wiccan coven that resides in Cleveland. But all is not right in her idyllic life, as dreams of two mystery lovers plague her nightly. When she arrives at the were-tiger king’s home to heal a young tiger, she comes face to face with the two men from her dreams.

Were-tiger brothers Melo and Tahlon Thorne have spent the last three years in different ambushes. Now that Tahlon is coming to join Melo’s ambush, they both begin to grow unsettled. It’s not until they follow a sweet scent into the tiger king’s home that they realize the unsettled feelings are because they’ve found their mate. But Melo and Tahlon’s past comes back in force and it’s not just Tera’s life that hangs in the balance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.E. Butler
• Release date: Mar 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301641284

R.E. Butler

I write for the readers who stay up past their bedtime, telling themselves "just one more chapter" long after the lights should be out. The ones who fall in love with fictional characters, escape into magical worlds, and crave protective heroes who would do anything for their women. My love for paranormal romance started as a young mom reading ebooks in the middle of the night, drawn to the monsters who were more than villains—they were heroes. Inspired by shifters and fated mates, I set a goal in 2011 to publish my first book. Over 100 books later, I'm still creating the kind of stories I love to read. Now, I spend my days dreaming up protective heroes, captivating heroines, and the happily ever afters they fight for, often while walking with my pup coworker and plotting my next book. I write for readers who love adventure, passion, and a touch of magic—because I'm still that girl under the covers, reading by flashlight, lost in another world.

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A Twitch of Tail

Wiccan-Were-Bear Book Six

by R. E. Butler

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Excerpt from A Promise on White Wings

Books by R. E.

About the Author

Copyright

Chapter One

Melo Thorne sat in the backyard of his modest home in the tiger ambush’s territory, south of the city of Cleveland, in the small town of Whispering Creek. He’d been with the tiger ambush, led by the king tiger Midas, for three years and had always found solace sitting on the back porch and staring up at the stars.

But peace hadn’t come to him for the last few days. His bones were itching. Something important was about to happen; he just knew it. The shitty thing was that he didn’t know if it would be something good or something bad.

His brother, Tahlon, opened the back door and stepped out, handing Melo a beer. Sitting in the chair next to him, Tahlon twisted the cap off his beer and took a long drink. Tahlon had shown up at Melo’s home three days earlier, with only a duffel of clothes and a wound healing on his back. Tahlon, like Melo, was a were-tiger. They had both been part of an ambush in Florida. Melo had been the tiger king’s personal guard, and Tahlon had been the tiger queen’s guard. Melo was older than his brother by only two years, and they were both gifted with the slow aging of supernatural creatures. For every twelve years that passed, their bodies aged only one. Melo was technically fifty-two, and Tahlon would be fifty in December. It always amused Melo when people considered him a young man because he looked twenty.

Melo had come to Ohio when he had grown disillusioned with the tiger queen of his former ambush, who insisted that every unmated male in the ambush attend to her sexual needs during her annual heat cycle. Melo had been ready to find his own mate and settle down, but the queen wouldn’t allow it, so Melo left. Leaving the ambush hadn’t been pretty, and he’d hated leaving Tahlon behind, but Tahlon was loyal to a fault and said he wasn’t ready to leave. Something had happened to change that, and Melo didn’t know what it was yet, but it had to do with the wound on Tahlon’s back and the look of dread that came into his eyes whenever Melo talked about the Florida ambush.

How long before you have to go back? Melo asked.

I can probably push it off a few weeks. It’ll take a few days to sort things out down there, so the middle of October, in and out, should work. You sure you want to come with me?

Of course. It’s hell getting out of the ambush, and you’ll need support. Besides, you said you’d come with me Saturday night to guard the Wiccans for their fall equinox ceremony, so I’ll owe you one anyway.

Tahlon raised a brow and took a swig. You really like guarding those old witches?

Melo chuckled. I haven’t done it for a while. A couple of years ago, I hooked up with one of them, and she ditched me for twin were-bears. I stepped down from guarding on the solstice ceremonies because it made me uncomfortable even though she left the coven. But one of the tigers who used to do the guarding on the solstice got mated, and his mate doesn’t want him ogling naked women all night, so Midas told me to step up, and if I have to go, so do you.

Naked? How old are they anyway? Tahlon made a face.

Are you picturing a bunch of wrinkled old ladies dancing around a fire?

Something like that. Tahlon slumped down in the chair and crossed his legs at the ankles.

A few of them enjoy the early bird specials, but most of them are young, in their twenties or thirties.

Yeah? Tahlon’s curiosity was obviously piqued.

Well, don’t get any ideas. Only a few of the women have our long life. The rest are mortal.

I’m not looking to settle down, Mel, but I wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay.

Melo snorted. Who wouldn’t mind that? Ever since Elizabeth had moved on, Melo had tried to do the same, but no one he’d met had really spoken to him or to his cat, and he was beginning to lose hope. He’d never thought that Elizabeth was meant to be his mate, but he had enjoyed being with her. Sharing her with a half-dozen other men hadn’t been ideal, but he did like her as a person. It had stung when she pulled away so completely and left everyone, including him, behind.

His whole adult life had been dedicated to serving the king and queen of his former ambush. Although he was Midas’ personal guard, the job was much less time-consuming than it had been in Florida, and Melo was finally able to live the way he wanted, date who he wanted, do what he wanted. Even with the freedom he now enjoyed, he still found himself longing for a relationship, and the bonds of love that would come with finding his truemate.

Maybe going to the solstice ceremony was part of what had been bugging him lately. Maybe Tahlon had the right idea, and Melo would meet someone there who would change his world.

Oh, sure. Because he always had luck like that. He snorted inwardly, took another drink, and stared up at the stars.

Chapter Two

Tera rolled over in bed with an annoyed grunt and stared at the clock. She hadn’t slept well for the last few days, and even though she was exhausted all the way to the center of her body, she couldn’t seem to rest. When her eyes closed, she would drift away into a dream world punctuated with cries of pleasure, hot hands, and writhing bodies. She’d abruptly awaken, her body tense and her emotions strung out. She’d never had dreams like these before, clouded and mysterious.

Punching the pillow with annoyance, she wrenched the sheet over her shoulder and tried to get comfortable. Almost immediately, she slipped into sleep, and the dream came back in a rush.

Hands brushing down her body. A tongue lashing her ear. Teeth nipping at her neck.

She snapped out of the dream with a moan as her body twisted on the bed, tangling in the sheet.

Damn it, she groaned, rubbing at her eyes. She smacked her hand on the night stand and fumbled across the surface until she found her cell. It was just after four a.m., and she knew that she’d be waking up her boss, but she was out of options.

With a quick scroll through the contact list, she dialed the head of the coven. The call was answered on the second ring, and Tera said, Lorene? It’s Tera. I need help.

An hour and a half later, Tera sat at the large, oval table in one of the meeting rooms at the back of The Cleveland Mother Earth Store, which held not only a Wiccan supply store, but also the coven’s offices. Tera had an office in the store but rarely used it. Although many Wiccans in the coven worked at the store, Tera’s day job was as a receptionist at the newly erected Cleveland Supernatural Hospital.

Seated around the table were the four Corners of the coven. Lorene was the North Corner and most powerful natural witch in the coven. Idurre, the South Corner, was also a natural witch. Bitty and Gwen were unnatural but powerful witches. Natural witches, like Tera and two of the four Corners, had at least one parent who was a full Wiccan. Unnatural witches were usually entirely human with a sensitivity to supernatural occurrences, although in the case of the two Corners, deep in their family line were natural witches, but they had turned from their powers and taken on the mantle of humanity, giving up their power and long lives. If the past power was strong enough and a witch trained hard for many years, she could reclaim some of that power.

Tell us about the dreams child, Lorene said, steepling her fingers in front of her mouth.

Tera took a deep breath and told them what she could about the dreams that had robbed her of sleep for the last week.

There’s always a veil around everything, shadows and mist, but I know there are two men with me. Tera’s cheeks heated slightly at having a conversation like this with women she considered mentors.

Gwen leaned back in her chair and lit a clove cigarette with an antique lighter. After inhaling and puffing smoke up toward the ceiling, she said, "We could do a calling, ask the goddess of future to reveal who the men in the dreams are."

Lorene shook her head. A calling might alter the future. I think that you’re having mating-dreams, Tera, and that the men in your dreams are shifters. Some were-groups have them. It’s possible that because you have two mates and you’re a powerful, natural witch, you’re drawing on their power and it’s giving you a glimpse of the future.

Two mates? Tera shivered at the thought. Do all were-groups have mating dreams?

Idurre looked thoughtful. Not all of them.

Tera chewed on her bottom lip. She’d been in a ménage before, but it had been a one-time thing suggested by the guy she’d been dating at the time. He thought inviting his friend into their sex life would liven up the cold sheets, but all it had done in the end was make the boyfriend jealous and the friend treat Tera as if she were a toy he could play with at any time. Which she most certainly was not.

Tera cleared her throat. I didn’t know that were-animals shared their mates.

The bears do, Lorene said. "My