Set-up: Shane is a shape-shifting hawk mourning the recent loss of his great-grandfather who was a shifter like him. Feeling lost and along he takes a short flight along the beach to ease his body’s warring cells. Afterward, he visits his local haunt The Black Raven…
Perched on a bar stool at The Black Raven an hour later, straight whiskey burned his belly along with guilt for not heading to his Great-Great Aunt Nona’s. His great-grandfather’s sister was also the tribe’s medicine woman and the only other person privy to his secret.
Their tribe held to the belief that they were descended from the Croatans who had welcomed the first colonists. Tribal lore mentioned shifters, but Shane didn’t consider his ability a gift. He wouldn’t have returned to the barrier islands of North Carolina after his military stint if not for his love of his great-grandfather.
“Yo bro, where’ve you been?” Jim landed on the stool beside him, jarring him from his thoughts. “Got a new woman, or have boat overhauls picked up?”
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