The Warrior, the Witch and the Wombat: Magic and Mayhem Universe

By Khloe Wren

What's a witch to do when her Aussie slang talking wombat familiar leads her straight into the arms of a stinking hot Berserker warrior? One claiming to be her mate.

She freaks out. Trust me, I totally freaked out, but then got down to business.

 

There's no time to weigh my options. It's a matter of life or death. Not my life exactly, but still… I don't want the death of the last Kangaroo shifter on my hands when all I need to do to save him is bond with a sexy as sin warrior and kick a Drop Bear's butt.

 

Choices, choices…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Khloe Wren
• Release date: Jun 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393384236

Book preview

One

Isaac

While getting called into an emergency meeting at ten in the morning wasn’t anything usual, the way Walker was pacing as he waited for the rest of the team was new. In the five years I’d worked at M.M.M.B.O.P. I’d never seen the boss this flustered before. He was always calm and levelheaded. And that was no easy feat, considering some of the shit we saw come through here at the Sydney offices of the Mutant Marsupial Management Board of Protection. It felt like we were acting out the next installment of Men in Black some days, with all the bizarre shit we saw.

Since I’d been near the meeting room when the alert went out five minutes ago, I was the first to arrive. That left me alone with the boss and his pacing for now. I tried to think of something I could say to calm him down, but came up empty. Although, even if I could think of something, it wouldn’t do any good. There was no way he’d say a word until the entire team had arrived for the meeting.

Thankfully, I knew everyone would be here in a little while, so I sat back and relaxed while I waited, passing time by observing all the emotions flitting over Walker’s face. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was on the verge of a panic attack.

When the others all strode in, unease rolled through me. I’d expected only my team to be in attendance, but Avery and her team came in too. She caught my gaze and raised an eyebrow in question, and I shrugged in response. I had no damn idea what the hell could have happened that would require both warrior teams to respond.

Once everyone was seated, Walker finally stopped pacing and moved to stand at the head of the table. I couldn’t help but shift in my seat as he ran his gaze around the table, making sure to catch each of our eyes as he did. Once finished, he stood tall, crossed his arms across his chest and began to speak.

We have an urgent mission that will require all of you — both teams — to complete. And time is ticking on this one.

He moved his gaze around the room again before stopping when he got to me.

At some point on Sunday night, Gerald Byill, one of the top drop bear assassins vanished. His tracker was found shattered near a tree where he’s known to reside. The investigation team has been working non-stop to locate him since he was discovered missing at oh-six-hundred Monday morning.

I bit back a curse. He’d been on the run for over thirty-six hours already. That was a long time to not have eyes on a bloody drop bear assassin. Walker cleared his throat and began to pass out the folders that had been sitting in a pile at the head of the table.

At oh-seven-thirty on Monday, Byill, masquerading as a koala, joined a shipment of marsupials heading out of Sydney Airport. The cargo landed today in Ohio, USA at sixteen-hundred-hours local time before the animals were transported by road to the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo. At the zoo, the keepers were attempting to move the koalas into the zoo’s quarantine area when Byill broke free. He killed one keeper and injured two others. He was last seen traveling in a southerly direction. That was two hours ago, eighteen-hundred hours local time.

I flipped open the folder and winced at the photos of the victims from the zoo. Drop bears were nasty, vicious creatures. Flipping the images over, I came to a photo of the most bizarrely dressed man I’d ever seen. He looked young, around twenty, but if he was a supernatural as I suspected he was, that meant nothing. The colors of his clothing hurt my eyes, they clashed that badly. Aside from his completely out-of-place top hat, he wore bright green pants with a bright yellow, skin-tight shirt. The high top sneakers were the most normal thing about this bloke.

Since I knew drop bears didn’t have a human form, this couldn’t be Byill. Shifting the image aside, I scanned the bio sheet.

Name: Kyle Jeeves Pants

Breed: Kangaroo shifter

The breed surprised me. I hadn’t realized there were any roo shifters left. I desperately wanted to ask Walker to clarify who this bloke was exactly to our mission, but knew better than to interrupt him. If I did, he’d answer my question and move on with his briefing from there, skipping all the information between where he was now and that point. Missions never went smoothly when that happened. A lesson we’d all learned early on.

The investigation team believes he’s traveling toward Assjacket, West Virginia. And yes it’s a real town. It used to be called something else, but it’s now well known as Assjacket. It’s a small town where some very powerful supernaturals live. That includes Mr. Kyle Pants, aka Jeeves, who is the last kangaroo shifter.

Well, that answered my question. Zoe, who was sitting opposite me and was our newest — and youngest — recruit, jerked her head up from where she’d been looking at the photo of Jeeves. I held my breath, praying she wouldn’t ask the question in her eyes. It’d mean we risked missing information.

Pants? They were one of the most respected and revered kangaroo shifter families ever. I thought they were all killed years ago. Drop bears massacred the entire family.

I bit my tongue to not swear out loud. Now I had to make sure I’d have time to read every word of the packet to ensure no information was missed. Dammit. It was the last thing I needed on such an urgent mission.

Walker shook his head. The reports left out their youngest child. Jeeves survived the attack. A wolf shifter by the name of Mac, who also happens to be the king of the shifters, found him on the side of the road after the attack and saved him. Mac took Jeeves with him back to West Virginia, where they both still reside. The reports were left stating that all the family had been killed for the safety of the boy.

Now that Walker had