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ye, but for yer ears only . Not Trevor’s, not m’da’s.  Don’t be going and pillow talking with Trevor about what I tell ye now.”
    Jazz crossed her heart, “No, this is girl talk, not meant to be repeated.”
    Frankie hugged her, “I know ye, and I know ye can only hold it from Trevor a short while. But, I will tell ye this, if I think about it, romance that is, I think it would be exciting to have Graely look at me like that, but he doesn’t . He never once treated me as anything but a child. Not even a friend, really, but a child. It is most insulting now that I am a woman. Now more than ever, he treats me like a kid that he must forever protect.”
    “Good, that raises my opinion of him a notch, which by the way, has never been that of Trevor’s or your father’s. I have seen Graely do…an exceptional thing during the war, and I can’t forget that or refuse to credit him for it.”
    “Then, is it yer blessing I have, Jazz?”
    “ Not quite going that far . Come on, your da and Trevor are waiting for us back at the cottage. Then, we are going to go to Loch Ness and take a boat ride and look for Nessie. We actually know she is down there, don’t we?”
    Frankie laughed, donned her human Glamour and brushed off the grass from her jeans, “Don’t we ever! I took a swim with her last night when you were all so busy making plans for today!”

Chapter Two
     
    BRIGHT RED AND yellow flashed by in a graceful movement and landed in a palm tree. It squawked loudly breaking the silence of the new dawn, as the first of two suns emerged from their sleep.
    An elk as large as an elephant jumped into a rushing river, as the lush vegetation on the other side gave promise of a sweet breakfast.
    However, everything in Conglam was as it should be.
    Conglam was wild, lush and tropical, as colorful as anything in Faery, but a universe away and apart. Its inhabitants were an odd assortment of various species, many of whom had left their own worlds and cultures to start another, in this welcoming realm.
    Shapeshifters, magical beings, from a world known as the Realm of the Wolves, a dimension in which they found they did not fit in for one reason or another had come to Conglam. They each wanted to stand out. Wanting and needing its own pack and its own alpha mates to guide them. There they found harmony and peace. This morning all but one was happily going about their morning rituals.
    These Shapeshifters were content. They loved Conglam even more than they had loved their native world. They tilled the land as farmers, mixing vegetables in their raw meat diet. They catered to the part of them that had always been human, yes, born wolf shifter but able to shift into human whenever it suited them. 
    The Shapeshifters had brought with them many of their own native plants and animals, and all had adapted and thrived. Theirs was a peaceful existence.
    All but one was sweetly content. Darmon wanted more.
    He looked into the pond at the edge of his feet and his reflection rippled back at him.
    He should have started his own pack a long time ago. He knew he was overdue to be his own pack leader, and then her image came to his mind. He needed a mate and there was only one, just one that he wanted.
    He had been of age for some years, and his alpha parents had been nagging him ceaselessly to choose a mate. But an alpha wolf’s mate was not someone he could just choose. It had to be right. It had to be a bonding of physical, mental and magical.
    He hadn’t found that with any other. He didn’t care that she had already given herself to another, and that other, was the Dark Prince, Pestale. He didn’t care because he knew Eslym was the only one for him!
    * * *
    On the other side of the jungle, the Blue Demons had established their colony a thousand years ago. They were as a rule, sullen types. They had been unhappy with their lot in their own world, and came to Conglam all those centuries ago, looking for something more.
    They loved