My story, Jordan's Second Chance is a M/M shifter story. Wynter Silvous is a clouded leopard. Due to his upbringing, he has no idea other shifters exist. We begin this chapter with Wynter meeting a stranger and a small leopard cub who will change his life forever . . .
I chose the sexy man, lucky cat prompt. I hope you enjoy. :)
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Wynter Silvous smiled, content. He lay under an enormous oak
tree that shielded him from the warm glow of the sun smiling its radiance upon
the park. The roaring sound of the waterfall in the clearing enhanced the
blissful feeling. It was one of the reasons he liked to come to this park on
his lunch breaks. He hated being cooped up. There was something unnatural for
someone to stay cooped up inside four walls day in and day out. His cousin
Johan was like that. He never went anywhere unless it was to get something to
eat. Other than that, you could find him in front of the television playing
video games or watching “anime”. It looked like regular cartoons to Wynter, but
who was he to argue with an “Otaku”?
Wynter shook his head as he sat up, blond hair softly
caressing his cheeks as he remembered the ten year lecture he’d gotten from
Johan when he’d asked what the hell an “otaku” was. Wynter surmised it was
someone who lived, breathed and shitted cartoons and video games. Johan really
needed to get a life and since when did he know Japanese?
Wynter’s irreverent thoughts came to a halt when he spotted
the cutest leopard cub bounding across the park’s clearing. His destination
seemed to be the waterfall that was back-dropped by gorgeous stones that
glittered with a myriad of colors when splashed by the sun.
Uh-oh. Wynter jumped to his feet and began to run, concerned.
The cub was struggling to stop but had too much momentum. His furry little body
tumbled into the water. Wynter heard a ferocious growl at the same time.
Wynter cried out and tripped when someone rushed past him. He
barely caught a glimpse of the figure before it dived into the waterfall. Hurrying
toward the water’s edge, Wynter stumbled to a stop. And forgot how to breathe. His
good deeds must finally be paying off. It had too. His fantasy was walking out
of the water, glistening. His white dress shirt was plastered to his body . . .
to his rippling muscles. A thick head of dark shoulder-length hair that sprayed
water everywhere when he shook his head in a decidedly feline manner. And oh gawd,
he was . . . glistening. Wynter swallowed, parched. He really wanted to sample
the delicious morsel that was striding out of the water.
A soft mew turned Wynter’s attention to the soaked kitty
cradled against the sexy man’s chest. Wynter stepped toward the pair when a growl
of warning slipped from the man’s lips. Wynter held his hands up in a
nonthreatening gesture. “I come in peace
and just wanted to know how the little guy was doing.” Wynter wanted to roll
his eyes at his words. He sounded like a freaking alien from that movie his cousin
made him watch. Wynter didn’t remember
the name of the movie . . . only that it involved aliens coming to earth in
search of a new home.
“Lucas will be fine,” Mr. tall and dreamy said, inclining his
head toward the cub. “Thank you for your concern, but we must be on our
way. I have to come up with a suitable
punishment for little boys who break the rules.”
The cub whimpered and nuzzled his nose against the man’s
throat. The fierce expression on the sexy man’s face eased as he chuckled. “This
doesn’t get you out of your punishment,” the man murmured as he began to walk
away.
“Wait!” Wynter cried out a little too late.
The pair had already vanished from sight. He’d been shocked
to hear the man talking to the cub as if it were a small child. And even more
surprised when the cub responded as if it understood. The relationship between
the two seemed to be that of parent and child. Wynter inhaled, excited. Could he
have finally found someone like him? Someone who could shift into another form?
Wynter had been searching for a long time for someone like him. He was the only
one in his family who could shift and his mother had warned him to never tell
anyone the truth or he’d be locked away and experimented on.
Wynter bit his lip, uncertain. He could let the man get away
and always wonder if they were shifters like him, or he could throw caution to
the wind and see out the answers to his questions. Squaring his shoulders,
Wynter began walking from the park only to come up short. He didn’t know the
man’s name or address. How in the world was he going to find them?
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