Fangs, Fur and Snowballs

Chapter One


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h, no! This wouldn’t do! This wouldn’t do at all! Keegan twisted his hands together so hard that a couple of knuckles cracked as he surveyed all the activity going on around the feline coalition’s headquarters. Actually, the better term would be major cluster fuck and his sorry ass was the one responsible for getting everything in order.

It was akin to having to herd up a million kittens and yes, he knew it was a pun, but given his current predicament, he figured he was due one. Even if it was lame and way overused.

Why, oh why had he agreed to run the Holiday party? And now of all times? Things were usually tricky to begin with during a normal gathering, since they already had a group of Hawks attending. Not to mention the small smattering of other shifter breeds.

But this year was going to be even more tumultuous than ever because Wolves would be there. Not just a few either, but two packs. And while they usually got along okay, the old adage of cats fighting and hating dogs fit more often than not when it came to the two shifter breeds.

Never mind the fact that coalition leader and Keegan’s brother Mitchell was mated to a Wolf. Or even that his sister Cassie was mated to the Alpha of one of the Wolf packs attending. Keegan just knew that there would be trouble because there always was at these events and when it did, they would look at him for somebody to blame.

Did Mitchell care about that though? Nooooo. He just ordered Keegan to make sure that everything was perfect and everybody was happy. Keegan let out a snort. Yeah, right. The only way to guarantee that happened was to slip a shifter form of Special K into the punch. Somehow he knew if he tried that his brother wouldn’t be too happy. Or at least Mitchell wouldn’t be once he came down from his high.

“Hey, Cub. Why the long face?” Carson said as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Keegan.

Tilting his head up, Keegan gazed into the face of his mate. A Cheetah who lived to be unconventional, Carson had his eyeliner on and his dark hair sported blue streaks. His right eyebrow was pierced with a special gold ring that Keegan bought for him on their last anniversary.

Keegan, on the other hand, couldn’t be more conventional. While his hair was a speckled brown, that was only due to the fact that he was a Jaguar. Not because he was trying to be a rebel. He also favored jeans and plain t-shirts, as opposed to the all-black and chains that Carson wore.

How they ended up mates was a mystery to most of the coalition. Yet, from the moment Keegan laid eyes on his mate, he’d been a goner and he’d never wanted another man.

“I’m freaking out over this whole party,” Keegan admitted.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll be perfect. Just hire

a couple go-go boys and have them dance on the

bar and nobody will care about anything else.” Keegan let out a short laugh. “What about the

guys who prefer women?”

“I didn’t think we had any of those here.” “We better or else the felines will die out.” “I thought Owen was working on a way to

artificially inseminate the females.”

“He is and he claims to be pretty close to a

breakthrough. That still doesn’t change the fact

that some feline men prefer woman.”

When Carson scrunched his face in disgust,

Keegan had to hold back his laughter. God, how

he loved the way his mate always teased and

played around. Or at least, most of the time

Keegan did. The other times it annoyed the hell out of him. But that still didn’t mean he didn’t

adore and live just for his mate.

“I don’t think do,” Carson argued. “I’ve been

with a good number of the guys here and I can tell

you they all know their way around a dick.” Fury and a strong bite of jealousy hit Keegan

and he tried to pull away from his mate’s grip.

Carson, jackass that he could be, just tightened his

hold. Then he had the frigging audacity to laugh

before pressing a kiss to the top of Keegan’s head. “Relax, Cub. That was way before your time.

Now there’s only one guy for me and it’s you.” Sagging in Carson’s hold, Keegan let out a soft

sigh. “I know. It still doesn’t mean that I’m not

bothered by it.”

Spinning Keegan around so they were looking

at each other, Carson gently cupped Keegan’s face.

“Would it make you feel better to know that not

one of them could even come close to comparing

to you?”

“Maybe,” Keegan pouted, only partly mollified. Sharing a soft kiss that was brief but still made

Keegan’s head spin, Carson whispered, “I love

you.”

“I know.”

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened