Chapter 1
Webb had spent more time on paws than he had on two feet the last few weeks roaming around the bush, hoping to see her again. He got dressed and looked into the trees. ...
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If life were fair, Webb would have worked in the entertainment industry. He was sure of it. A smile and pleasant words went a long way in bringing someone a moment of peace and joy, and he liked nothing better than just that. Life wasn’t fair, and at times, for his kind, it wasn’t just either. He was a shifter, as were all of his friends. They weren’t from the same clans, but to him, they were family. He had watched lives destroyed all around him, and it broke his heart. One form or two, it shouldn’t matter; all could live in the same world and find happiness. At least that’s what he told himself when he wasn’t transporting women who were scared both physically and mentally for the rest of their lives. Or when he wasn’t taking men who had lived their lives with collars around their necks to a new facility to hopefully one day make them whole again. Life was cruel for his kind, and he had no other choice than to do his part to end that. For months, he’d been working with teams that were slowly shutting down the underground market that spanned worldwide, who traded, sold, and killed all types of shifters. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he was in it until the end. After that, he hoped to find someone special with whom to spend the rest of his life, making happy memories and having good times. Rhogue was a half-breed, but she didn’t care. She lived with the people that had raised her since she was a baby. They weren’t her blood, but they were family. Most others didn’t like the groups she moved around with. They were drifters that did what was necessary to survive. It hadn’t been an easy life, but they all looked out for each other.
Webb had spent more time on paws than he had on two feet the last few weeks roaming around the bush, hoping to see her again. He got dressed and looked into the trees. ...