Rose

#6 Were Wars. FBI Agent Rose Conspiell and her new mate Gunny have to find a serial killer targeting werewolves before war erupts again with humans. I got on, and squealed a little as he stood up. His panther was huge, heavily muscled just like him, and since his back was up to my boobs when he was standing, I was fairly high up. He purred, the rumbling setting off all kinds of pleasurable sensations in me as we moved over to the others. The group was excited, the wolves yipping and running around smelling things, the boys lifting their legs on trees and shrubs as we went. The cats were curious and playful, pouncing on each other before racing to catch up. The big cats almost glided as they moved. We picked our way up the hill, watching the young ones jump from rock to rock. I got off and sat on the edge, Gunny plopping down around my back so I could lean into him as I scratched his ears. “This is the life,” I told him as he purred for me. Just then a shot rang out, the noise echoing from the surrounding mountains. A pained yelp was heard, followed by a howl of warning. The adults in my group jumped up, herding the children and me to the center as they howled back. One look in Gunny’s eyes and I knew something terrible had happened.