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and smacked his arm. Chuck and I stood nose to nose. Well actually we stood with my nose to his belly button because he was at least seven feet tall. However, I was not backing down. It was time for the big oaf to come clean.
     
    "Color me clueless," Mac cut in.
     
    "With a sexually frustrated Bon Jovi," I added.
     
    "Not helping, Little Red," Mac said.
     
    "Sorry," I muttered and made a silent zip the lip motion.
     
    "What does Bon Jovi have to do with anything?" Chuck asked.
     
    Now we were all confused.
     
    "Nothing," I said quickly. "Bon Jovi has nothing to do with anything at all. Ever. Nothing. Not a thing."
     
    "Your lips are zipped," Mac reminded me with a huge sigh. "Do not say anything else. Please."
     
    I gave him a weak thumbs up and backed away from Chuck a bit so I wouldn't feel so inclined to put my two cents in every other word. Hard, but doable. Maybe.
     
    "Chuck," Mac said. "You have some explaining to do. Has something happened? It's against the laws of nature and our people to kill yourself. As your King, I forbid it."
     
    Chuck went to his knees before Mac and stared straight up at him. An intensity that I could feel passed between the two men and I watched in fascination. It was starkly beautiful and I felt completely left out. We're they talking? I strained to hear, but leaves rustling in the wind were the only sound in the air.
     
    Dang it, was this another Shifter thingie?
     
    "I understand," Mac said quietly to Chuck as he placed his hand on the bear's head. "But you have to understand that our community is in danger right now and I need you. You are one of my strongest fighters. Until the threat is contained or gone, I will not give you my blessing to leave us. Are we clear?"
     
    Chuck looked pained, but nodded respectfully. "Yes, Sire. You have my word."
     
    I was dying here. I hated not being in on the secret, but I'd bet every bit of uncontrolled magic I had that no one was going to make me any wiser. Crap.
     
    However, there was one thing I wanted clarified.
     
    "Can I speak?" I burst out, louder than I intended as both men jumped.
     
    "Apparently you can," Mac said with a grin. "And no, I can't tell you anything."
     
    "I know," I griped. "That's not what I want to ask. Well, it is, but I won't."
     
    "Uh huh," Mac said with raised brows and a skeptical look on his face.
     
    "Seriously," I promised. "I can respect private stuff—kind of. But I don't get something," I said to Chuck.
     
    "What's that?" Chuck inquired as he carefully righted Mac's truck.
     
    "I thought you had to bite the bullet at my house. Was that a lie?"
     
    "No," Chuck explained. "It would be better is I did it there, but now I figure as long as I do it near you everything would work out just fine."
     
    "Let me get this straight," I said not liking where this was going. "You're telling me that if I live through taking care of the lurking fucking evil, I have watching you off yourself as something to look forward to?"
     
    "It sounds kind of depressing when you put it that way," Chuck said, scratching his head.
     
    "Is there another way to put it?" I demanded.
     
    "Um… none I can think of," he replied and gave me a quick hug. "And just so you know, I call mine Superman."
     
    "You call your what Superman?" I asked.
     
    Chuck was weird and clearly unbalanced.
     
    "My Bon Jovi," he informed Mac and me with a loud guffaw as he loped off into the woods. "Oh, and I stopped by your house and fixed the fridge. Made a little mess, but I cleaned it up."
     
    At least he hadn't offed himself. It would suck massive donkey balls to go home to that.
     
    "Thanks." I yelled after him.
     
    "No, problem," he said still laughing as he disappeared into the tree line.
     
    "Shit," I mumbled as I stared up at the sky. "I should have left well enough alone. Johnson wasn't that bad."
     
    "You figure?" Mac asked with a smirk.
     
    "Yesssssssss," I said. "However, since the word is out, I'm sticking with Bon