Taming The Lion: BBW Paranormal Lion Shifter Romance (Gray Bears Book 5) by Natalie Kristen Page B

love, she
realized, but she kept looking in all the wrong places.
    Well, it was time to stop
looking. She would stop looking and start living. She would look
for her grandaunt and try to reconnect with her. Her grandaunt
Neveah was family yet she had pushed her out of her life. Kaylee
swallowed hard. She had a lot to make up for.
    Kaylee wondered if her
grandaunt would remember or recognize her.
    If she remembered correctly,
Grandaunt Neveah ran a small inn in Shadow Point. Now what was the
name of the inn?
    Boomerang Inn? Baseball Bat
Inn?
    The name had something to do
with a wooden item or a household item…
    Broomstick Inn!
    Yes, that's right. Kaylee
let out a short laugh as she slapped her palm to her forehead. “Of
course! Broomsticks and witches!”
    Her grandaunt was a witch.
Kaylee's great-grandmother was a witch, but magic was only passed
down to the daughters, not the sons, of a witch. Kaylee's
grandfather, who was Neveah's elder brother, married a human woman,
and their only son also married a human woman. Kaylee was thus fully
human, with not a trace of magic in her blood.
    Kaylee took a deep breath and
turned out of the highway. She headed towards the small town,
feeling nervous and hopeful.
    She had never been to Shadow
Point, but for some inexplicable reason, she had the strangest
feeling that she was heading home.

CHAPTER
THREE

    Kaylee leaned forward and
peered through her windscreen. The city she had just left wasn't a
big city. It was a small, relatively quiet little city, but compared
to Shadow Point, that small city seemed big and bustling.
    There were low buildings at
the periphery of Shadow Point, but not a light was on in the windows.
Everywhere was just dark and silent. All the shops were closed and
the few cars lining the streets sat still and brooding under the dim
street lamps.
    She was at the very edge of
the small town, and it seemed not many people lived out here. Maybe
things would get livelier when she got to the center of the town.
Perhaps a pub or two would be open, and she would actually see some
people around, not just shadows.
    Kaylee was about to turn the
corner when she caught a movement on the other side of the street.
    She stopped the car and
stared at the door of a small shop. She thought she saw it open and
shut just a moment ago. And she thought she saw a hand gripping the
edge of the door.
    Keeping her eyes on the door
of the shop, Kaylee got out of her car slowly. She gasped when the
shop door opened suddenly and a man stormed out. The man was stocky
with greasy black hair, and he was dragging a woman out of the shop.
    The poor woman looked dazed
and there was blood trickling down the side of her face. She
struggled feebly and made frightened, whimpering sounds.
    “Help,” she
managed to cry out as the man muscled her into the backseat of a
dented car.
    Kaylee scrambled across the
road, yelling, “Hey! Stop! Let her go! What do you think
you're doing? Help!”
    The man glared at her and
growled as he leaped into the driver's seat. The car roared to life
and Kaylee met the man's glowing yellow eyes just as he gunned the
car at her.
    She screamed and managed to
twist out of the way just in time. Rolling on the ground, she pushed
herself up and saw the car veer sharply away from the curb and hurtle
down the dark street.
    Kaylee ran to her car and
floored the accelerator. She narrowed her eyes and sped after the
escaping car.
    She couldn't let him get
away. There was a helpless, innocent woman in the car. Kaylee was
the only one who'd heard her cry for help. There was no one else
around.
    Kaylee gritted her teeth and
glanced down at her phone on the passenger seat. Should she call the
local police? She made a strangled sound in her throat and cursed as
she righted her car in a hurry. She had almost run down a trash can.
If she didn't keep her eyes on the road, she would end up wrapping
her car round a tree or a lamp post.
    No time to dial the police.
A pulse-pounding,