Special Border Patrol agent Alex, who can shape shift into a raven, is used to working alone. He honors his Scots ancestry and has never met another shifter except for kinfolk back in Scotland. When he’s required to accept a partner, he normally manages to get rid of them quickly by being so distant, remote, and downright weird they cannot deal with him. But the latest one, Native American Manuel, poses a whole new range of challenges.<br><br>Manuel Ortiz is a member of the Tohono O’Odham tribe who works for the Border Patrol to support his ailing elderly parents. He has a secret he’s never dared to dare to share: he can shape shift into a Red Tailed Hawk. When his superiors team him with cold, cynical Alex, he’s not sure why until he learns Alex has a similar curse -- or gift.<br><br>Together they begin to form an uneasy bond. Confronting an evil and completely alien drug cartel boss, they have to cooperate to survive and in doing so learn the synergy of partnership. They discover flying together can open a whole new world for them both and riding on the wings of love can be magical indeed.

Wings of Love

A couple of burly men with AK-47s met the aircraft. “Patron,” one said, “what are we to do with the Yankee dogs?”


“I’m no yanqui.” Manuel’s voice was not much more than a growl. “I’m Tohono O’odham.”


“Callete, you piece of filth.” One of the guards stuck out a foot as Alex stepped out of the craft. He managed not to fall, but it was a close thing.


The man addressed as Patronclimbed down behind them. He gave a careless shrug. “Put them in the chicken house,” he said, speaking in Spanish. “That’s a fitting place for their kind.”


A few forceful nudges with the rifle barrels pointed Alex and Manuel in the correct direction. The chicken house turned out to be a rough adobe hut with mesh wire over the windows and doors.


Fuck! Either they have an idea we can shift into birds or they are really trying to be insulting. Maybe both.


Chapter 17