elders from other shifter groups to also help. He was setting up meetings with each of them, hoping to bring together a group that could be an advisory board to them all. There were many bad feelings between shifters, and together they hoped to bridge the differences.
Bama was looking at the chart she had made and thought she was going to have to get the rest of the girls in here soon to help. She would hate to put someone next to someone they hated. With their luck, her beautiful commitment ceremony would turn into a brawl, and then she would be pissed.
Chapter 4
Lev walked into the restaurant and looked around, Griff should be here. Lev had been running a few minutes late because of a last minute call they had. Griff sat in the corner of the diner with his back to him, but Lev would have known him anywhere. His long, blonde, bushy hair hung messily around his shoulders. He smiled when he saw that he was wearing one of those tee shirts that were tye-dyed and had a smiley face on the front of it.
Lev walked around to the other side of the booth and smiled down at the man. Griff stood up and held out his hand to Lev. Lev felt the tingle of something when he took his hand into his. It was like a spark of something. Griff grinned wider and then motioned for him to sit down across from him.
Lev nodded and slid into the booth. They were so different, Lev had never been attracted to someone so opposite of himself before. The man in front of him screamed hippy, and he was a more black-and-white type of guy. He wondered how this was going to work.
"So, how is your day going?” Griff asked, and Lev felt the shiver of appreciation as his smooth, deep voice ran down his spine. He had a sexy voice; he remembered how his cock had gotten so hard the first time they met and Griff had talked to him. Now he had it under control a little more but not much. His voice affected him like no other; he found it a little disconcerting.
"Great,” he said feeling a little self-conscious now that they were face to face again. “Oh, thanks for all the gifts, I keep them on my desk at work where I can see them."
Griff blushed and nodded. He gave him small pewter figurines; Lev had been touched with each of the notes that he sent with them.
"No problem, I figured since you were new in town and all, that it would be nice to see the different shifters in the area," Griff said.
He gave him a wolf, a tiger, a cougar, and an eagle. But the first one is the one that he loved the most. It was a Gryphon. Lev figured it was because of his name, it was by far the best out of them all.
"Tell me about yourself," Lev said and raised his hand to the waitress and indicated he would have a glass of whatever Griff was drinking.
"Well, I’m from Ireland," Griff said and let his accent play heavily in his voice. Lev chuckled because it sounded a little strange coming from the man. He had a little Irish lilt to his voice to begin with, and mixed with the Texan drawl, made his voice very unique. "I moved to Texas when I was young, my parents had heard about a Pride that accepted all kinds of shifters and moved to join them. I’m a little different than most."
Lev narrowed his eyes. Should he tell the man that he had a problem with shifters when he was growing up? It didn’t matter now; he was attracted to the man, but he was leery about becoming involved with a shifter. Deciding to wait until Griff told him his past and got a gauge on what the man was like, Lev nodded.
Griff looked at him curiously and said, "Is that a problem?" Griff was perceptive enough to notice the air in the booth changed when he mentioned shifters.
Lev paused and looked at Griff in the eyes. "I’ll tell you that I didn’t have the best upbringing with shifters. It will take a while to explain that, needless to say, I haven’t been treated the best by the shifters in this town. Kids can be cruel with their teasing, etc., and it wasn’t easy being one of the few non-shifters in
Bama was looking at the chart she had made and thought she was going to have to get the rest of the girls in here soon to help. She would hate to put someone next to someone they hated. With their luck, her beautiful commitment ceremony would turn into a brawl, and then she would be pissed.
Chapter 4
Lev walked into the restaurant and looked around, Griff should be here. Lev had been running a few minutes late because of a last minute call they had. Griff sat in the corner of the diner with his back to him, but Lev would have known him anywhere. His long, blonde, bushy hair hung messily around his shoulders. He smiled when he saw that he was wearing one of those tee shirts that were tye-dyed and had a smiley face on the front of it.
Lev walked around to the other side of the booth and smiled down at the man. Griff stood up and held out his hand to Lev. Lev felt the tingle of something when he took his hand into his. It was like a spark of something. Griff grinned wider and then motioned for him to sit down across from him.
Lev nodded and slid into the booth. They were so different, Lev had never been attracted to someone so opposite of himself before. The man in front of him screamed hippy, and he was a more black-and-white type of guy. He wondered how this was going to work.
"So, how is your day going?” Griff asked, and Lev felt the shiver of appreciation as his smooth, deep voice ran down his spine. He had a sexy voice; he remembered how his cock had gotten so hard the first time they met and Griff had talked to him. Now he had it under control a little more but not much. His voice affected him like no other; he found it a little disconcerting.
"Great,” he said feeling a little self-conscious now that they were face to face again. “Oh, thanks for all the gifts, I keep them on my desk at work where I can see them."
Griff blushed and nodded. He gave him small pewter figurines; Lev had been touched with each of the notes that he sent with them.
"No problem, I figured since you were new in town and all, that it would be nice to see the different shifters in the area," Griff said.
He gave him a wolf, a tiger, a cougar, and an eagle. But the first one is the one that he loved the most. It was a Gryphon. Lev figured it was because of his name, it was by far the best out of them all.
"Tell me about yourself," Lev said and raised his hand to the waitress and indicated he would have a glass of whatever Griff was drinking.
"Well, I’m from Ireland," Griff said and let his accent play heavily in his voice. Lev chuckled because it sounded a little strange coming from the man. He had a little Irish lilt to his voice to begin with, and mixed with the Texan drawl, made his voice very unique. "I moved to Texas when I was young, my parents had heard about a Pride that accepted all kinds of shifters and moved to join them. I’m a little different than most."
Lev narrowed his eyes. Should he tell the man that he had a problem with shifters when he was growing up? It didn’t matter now; he was attracted to the man, but he was leery about becoming involved with a shifter. Deciding to wait until Griff told him his past and got a gauge on what the man was like, Lev nodded.
Griff looked at him curiously and said, "Is that a problem?" Griff was perceptive enough to notice the air in the booth changed when he mentioned shifters.
Lev paused and looked at Griff in the eyes. "I’ll tell you that I didn’t have the best upbringing with shifters. It will take a while to explain that, needless to say, I haven’t been treated the best by the shifters in this town. Kids can be cruel with their teasing, etc., and it wasn’t easy being one of the few non-shifters in
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