Chance's Vindication

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Raised in complete isolation—Raven shifter, Chance—knew little of the shifter world. While he realized that the Ravens were at war with feline shifters, he didn’t understand just how deep the hatred went until he took refuge with a coalition of felines—felines who sometimes seemed more likely to kill him than protect him from the Ravens hunting him. Living among his enemies, while being hated by his own kind, Chance withdraws into himself and begins to lose hope that he’ll ever be happy. To make things worse, Chance finds himself drawn to Thomas, a Lion shifter who despises all Ravens.

When Thomas is assigned to guard Chance, he’s not happy. His job is to kill Ravens, not babysit them. But as time passes, Thomas realizes he’s attracted to the shy, sweet man. But years of war against the Ravens, along with his own personal demons, lead Thomas to resist the draw he feels for Chance. Then Chance is taken captive and Thomas realizes how much his little Raven means to him. Will he find Chance in time, or will they both lose all hope of ever finding a happy ending?

Excerpt:

He turned off the water and dried off, wrapping the thick, white towel around his waist. As he opened the curtain, he still felt a little bit self-conscious about his near nudity. Thomas may have said that Chance looked good, but it was still hard to be one hundred percent confident after so many others had thrown disparaging comments his way.

Thomas was leaning against the sink, looking sexy as hell. He wore the all black uniform of cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt, the fabric molding to the man’s hard body perfectly. His blond hair looked so soft and inviting that Chance’s fingers tingled with the need to caress it. Since he didn’t know if that kind of touch would be accepted, however, he just nervously toyed with the edge of his towel.

“Come here,” Thomas commanded with a crook of his finger.

Even before Chance’s brain could fully register the words, his feet were moving forward. He stopped about a foot away from Thomas. That didn’t satisfy the man though, he let out a sigh before he hooked his fingers in the top of the towel and pulled Chance closer.

Thomas didn’t say anything, he just stared down at Chance. The Lion’s eyes were so soft…so understanding…so caring, that Chance found himself wanting to pour his heart out.

“I hate that I was born a Raven,” he said, his voice a mere whisper. “Even as a kid, I wanted to be normal, instead of something that was despised by everybody.”

Thomas trailed the back of his knuckles against Chance’s jaw, his touch leaving behind a velvet heat. “But then you wouldn’t be my Chance.”

My Chance. Oh, what Chance would give for that to truly be the case. The knowledge that they’d never truly be a mated pair hurt ten times more than the wounds to his side, yet there was no denying the truth. Ravens and felines would never, could never fall in love.

Of course, Chance’s heart had other ideas. For at that moment, he realized just how important Thomas was to him. He also knew it would tear him to pieces when the Lion finally woke up and walked away forever.