Someone Like Us

A week. That's all it's been since Sheryl let the human into her bed — and her jaguar hasn't stopped purring since. Back in McIntosh territory she should feel safe. She has her clan, her sharp-tongued sister Veronica, her father's watchful eye, the whole found family gathered around the fire each night. But you can't outrun a mate bond by teleporting home, and her family can already smell the truth on her: she didn't resist. Not even a little. Sheryl's kind lives for hundreds of years — long enough to watch a mortal mate wither and fade in a handful of decades. She's already buried her mother. She knows exactly what fate costs, and she isn't sure she can survive paying that price again. Her jaguar doesn't care about the math.