Redtail Rise This Time, Baby, I’ll Be Bulletproof

If this what life was, Riley was as close to content as he’d ever been. He sat beneath the canopy of sweet-pine with warm meat between his teeth and a warm body against him; truly, who could ask for more?

But something was off kilter. Not with his mate, who Riley looked at in silent awe often and wondered how he’d managed her; not in their den, or their little quiet life they’d made for one another.

What wasn’t? Riley paused from chewing, yellow gaze finding Masque’s, pulled from his own thousand mile reverie.