Kylian waved when Brett pulled into the parking lot next to the building. Brett saluted, driving to the far end by the back door. As he got out of the truck, Kylian came over, followed by two tall, muscular men. Brett immediately wondered if they were shifters. They were, Kylian told him, while introducing them as Gid—”He’s a wolf shifter”—and Orson who was a bear shifter. Brett could believe that about Orson. At six-six or better and built like a WWF wrestler, he made Brett look small.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” Orson said in a growly voice.
“Or more like off the road,” Gid replied with a grin. “How was the drive?”
“Long, but not too bad if you don’t count the holdups for accidents,” Brett told him. “Some people need to lean to drive, or stay off the highway.”
“No kiddin
