Killian strode out of the club, his long legs eating up the ground quickly. Instead of going to his car, he headed toward the alpha’s house. While it was possible Blaise was at the office with his mate, he found it more likely the feline was lounging at home. It was in their nature after all.
He rang the small doorbell beside the large double-door entry. A human wouldn’t have heard it but he could hear Blaise’s footsteps as he approached the door.
“Killian, what brings you by?” Blaise asked as he opened the door and stepped back. He was dressed in black leather, which meant he had plans for him and Hunter soon.
“I won’t be able to work at the club after tonight for the next week.” None of the Doms had to report to Blaise as to when they would be there, but he felt it was smart to do so. Besides Blaise and himself, there were only four other Doms with enough experience to be able to help someone out. There needed to be at least one on staff at all times.
Blaise waved him inside and he followed him into the living room. From the outside, the house looked like it would be dark with its stone walls. But the inside was open, airy, and light. It was almost as good as his loft. “Sherry?” Blaise asked.
“Please.” It was one of the few alcoholic drinks he could stand. Alcohol didn’t affect a shifter like a normal human, but it still made him a little off. Thankfully it would last fifteen minutes at most before his physiology overcame it.
“I’ll call around and make sure there’s someone there.” Blaise handed him a small glass and sat down across from him. He stared at Killian for a long moment. “Has something happened?”
With a snort, Killian chugged back the drink and cocked a brow. “If I hadn’t seen it with you and Alpha Hunter, I never would have believed it. I’ve found my soul.”
“Truly? Congratulations. Who is he or she?”
“Frynna, Bridja’s friend from the Nebraska Pack.”
A rumble of a chuckle filled the room. “Another feline-wolf pairing. Considering how I feel about Hunter, I know what you’re going through. So she knows?”
“She does.” He’d made sure of it.
“Ah. So a week to fuck her brains out. Understood.”
Killian rolled his eyes. “I’ll do that tomorrow night. And yes, it will be a bonding week. Mainly I want to start training her in self-defense.”
“Do you think that’s an issue?” Blaise leaned forward. “The Pack and the Pride are used to our pairing. I doubt any of them would do anything as stupid as attack her.”
“It’s not our Pack that worries me. Has your mate shared information about her?”
“A little. I know quite a bit from Bridja. The Nebraska Pack sounds like pure hell.”
“Quite. Frynna’s father is the alpha. He’s a bully and I can’t imagine he’d let his daughter go easily. Not that he cares about females at all. He sees them as something to use.”
“Disgusting,” Blaise spat, his tawny eyes darkening.
“No kidding. I’ll protect her when I’m there, but I want her to be able to kick some ass when I’m not.”
A feral grin spread across Blaise’s face. “Considering you’ve taken martial arts and given them a feline flair, she’ll be a wolf to be reckoned with by the time you’re done.”
With a smug smile, Killian nodded. He could see his little wolf kicking ass. “That’s my plan.”
He lived closer to town than many of the Pride in a warehouse district. His father purchased the warehouse when they first arrived in the area and gave it to Killian when he thought it would make a perfect home. The entire ten thousand square foot building was perfect for him and his jaguar. After taking up residence, he built in a second story to give him even more room to run. After all, what did he need with a three story ceiling? When the Pride became part of the Pack and they built the dome, it wasn’t as important because he could enjoy himself in his feline form there. But he still had a love for his loft.
As soon as he stepped inside, he stripped and shifted to his jaguar form. Most of the first floor was space separating living areas. Plenty of room to run if he needed. On the four corners of the building were fake trees which gave him the ability to sink in his claws and climb to the second story. He would need to put in at least two sets of stairs so his little wolf could scramble up there too.
He told the man who designed the second story to keep in mind a course for someone who loved to roller blade. So it turned and twisted and there were hills everywhere. In fact, Hunter had used his idea to develop the feline and wolf floors for the club. The floor was natural. Above two feet of cement over metal bars was the base of what some might think would be a garden. Three feet of packed dirt and from there it became a wonderland he could race around, lay down on, and otherwise allow his feline total freedom. The only thing it didn’t have was wildlife for him to catch.
Killian supposed one couldn’t have everything when living in human society.
He walked around it, rubbing up against the bark of a couple trees and trying to see it from a wolf’s point of view. Would it have everything she needed to let her wolf have fun? He’d heard the wolves played with toys on their floor. He hadn’t thought much about it as the term toys was a bit ambiguous. Should he get anything for her?
What would make Frynna’s wolf bounce with joy? Besides him. He’d seem commercials for human pet owners for stores called Petco and PetSmart. Amused, he thought they needed a ShifterSmart, the way to keep your shifter mate happy.
Wolves like to play, his jaguar mused. Perhaps you should contact a wolf and ask what kind of toys they enjoy? We could get those things before we collect our mate tomorrow.
It was a perfect idea. Killian scaled a tree down to the bottom floor and shifted back to his human form. He strode over to the door where he’d dropped his clothing and grabbed his phone. After taking a notebook from the kitchen cabinet, he strode the length of the loft to his workout room.
Blaise’s comment about martial arts had been completely spot on. From the time he was a kit, he’d been fascinated by it. He started with Judo and went on to Jiu-Jitsu. Karate, Aikido, and kick boxing quickly followed. His natural feline ability to fluidly pick up and perfect every movement had freaked out his human teachers so he gave them up. He and his jaguar changed their movements. With the fluidness of his feline, he could move his body in ways no human could ever aspire to. It made his human form lethal if he needed it. Living in the area he did growing up, sometimes he had needed that skill.
Now he kept it up just so he wouldn’t lose it. However from tomorrow night on, he’d be training his little wolf on his form of martial arts. He’d spend the next morning working out the basics to teach her. She wouldn’t need human basics. Her shifter physiology would pick up moves fast, though not as fast as a feline. Killian would work on her, find her strengths and fine tune them while finding her weaknesses. Once they knew them, they’d make use of them. Because as he’d found out years before, one’s weakness could turn out to be the greatest strength they had.
Once he set out the things he would start with the next day, he went to his bedroom and pulled out a pair of black jeans. That would be all he would wear at the club that evening. Everyone would know that meant he was there to observe and not play. Until he found out what his little wolf enjoyed, he had no intention of playing with anyone else. Training, yes. But he had no desire to play with anyone besides her.