11 - Playing With Fire

~Hazel’s Point of View~

“Hey dad, whatever happened to you wanting to fix me up with your friend’s son? What was his name, Hector,” I ask, trying my best not to lay it on too thick.

It was rare that I got him alone, especially when he was in a good mood. We’d ordered take out and lounged around together, watching the history channel. I couldn’t have been more bored but he was too into it. Mom was actually in a female’s only bowling league and that was happening tonight.

He raises his eyebrow, and I pray like hell he doesn’t call my bluff. I knew Hector was a tiger shifter, and if we mated it pained me to admit his animal was higher in the pecking order. Our babies would be cubs, not pups. It was not at all common for females to willingly choose to mate outside their species, but love happens.

I kind of thought dad only wanted me to date him to prove to me that a wolf male would be the best choice. I had certainly dated outside my species before, which he didn’t like but none of the