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log suspended from the ceiling by a massive iron link chain. The log had huge claw marks running through it, and the floor beneath it was covered in chunks of wood.

    I ran my fingers against the log. Most of the claw marks were a foot higher than I could reach on my tiptoes. I knew Shifters got larger when they changed, but this was a thousand pounds of solid proof.

    “Mind the mess,” the man said as he came back out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned at the top, giving a glimpse of a treasure trail leading from his belly button all the way down.

    “I-“ I said as I turned, my hand running down the log. A huge splinter drove into my palm. “Eeee!”

    The man ran over. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry,” he said soothingly. “I’m going to hold your wrist steady while I pull it out.”

    “It really hurts!” I said, averting my eyes from my hand. I felt immense pressure as his big strong hand closed around my wrist. I couldn’t move my hand if my life depended on it. His other arm moved in a flash. I felt a pinch, then nothing.  

    “All done,” he said. He walked back to the bathroom to dispose of the splinter. He came back with a bandage and my hand was no worse for wear. “I think this is a first,” he said.

    “A first for what?” I said.

    “I’ve caused you a wound and mended you, all before knowing who you are or what your name is,” he said. “My name is Catharn.”

    “I’m Cynthia,” I said.

    His mouth fell open slightly. “Cynthia. Oh,” he said.  

    “It’s nice to meet you, Catharn,” I said, putting aside his reaction for the moment. “Is that a…Shifter name?”

    “It is. Dom has been trying to convince me to choose a different one. Names for us are different. They’re…what’s the word? Supplemental.” He brought back a broom and dustpan from the closet and swept the floor under the log. “Between Shifters we learn more from each other’s presence than by exchanging sounds.”

    “I had never thought of that,” I said. “You probably have heightened senses. Smells, tastes. Stuff like that.”

    “Yes,” he said. “Scents and body language tell you much more than words ever would,” he said, putting the broom back in the closet. “There, that’s better.”

    “Does it work on humans?” I said.

    “Of course. Your words are level, but I can sense your trepidation mixed with excitement and,” he paused, “arousal.”

    I felt my cheeks go flush.

    “I’ve embarrassed you,” Catharn said. “Dom said I had to be careful about the words I choose. He’s been integrated into human society for decades. This is still my first year among you. Your social etiquettes are still like quicksand for me. I am sorry.”

    “It’s nothing,” I said, swallowing.  

    “You are thirsty. Please,” he said, motioning me towards the kitchen. He pulled a bottled water from the fridge and handed it to me. He took another for himself and we sat down on stools.

    “Thank you,” I said, taking a drink. “So, where is Dom?”

    “He is doing a private session tonight,” he said.

    I looked down at the tabletop. “Heidi, I’m guessing.” I sighed.

    “No, it’s a company group,” he said. “That Heidi made Dom uncomfortable. He did not lust for her, but it was as if she were in heat, needing him to mount her,” he said casually.

    I spat water out all over the tabletop. “Excuse me,” I said, getting a hand towel from the counter and wiping it up.

    “Ahh, yes. It is inappropriate to discuss sex in such open terms. Then let me just say she was enamored of him, but he did not feel the same way of her,” Catharn said.

    “No?” I said, surprised. “I figured she was his type.”

    Catharn laughed. “She was skin and bones. Her breasts were like two knots of wood,” he said, then his smile faded and he looked ashamed. “I am ruining this conversation.”

    “Quite the contrary,” I said, leaning forward and patting him on the