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Sun Shift One: No Sanctuary

Copyright 2018 by Bailey Bradford

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Sun Shift One

No Sanctuary


Bailey Bradford

Sun Shift One: No Sanctuary

Chapter One

Cali purred and stretched, the sun warming his fur, the rock beneath him toasty as well. There was nothing quite like being able to lie outside and relax. Ever since he’d had the thick cement wall/privacy fence built up around his land—and that had cost a pretty penny-- he’d been learning to let himself enjoy being in his lion form again.

It’d taken years to get to the point where he could afford to retire and have Southern Sun, his den and what he considered his own personal fortress, built. At forty-two, Cali knew he was lucky to be able to have accomplished as much as he had. Even so, he wasn’t done. His eleven hundred acres would serve another purpose besides giving him a place to shift. It was his personal Garden of Eden, but he intended to share it with other feline shifters-- lions and jaguars, ocelots and leopards—they were all shrinking in numbers and needed a safe place.

Guilt pricked at him. Okay. All shifters. I’ll share it with all shifters, and I won’t even eat any of the prey-type ones.

With hunting, pesticides, global warming, and all the other man-made and natural catastrophes that had been occurring in the last century, shifter species were going extinct far too often. The fact that they couldn’t reproduce with humans didn’t help. If shifters and humans could have children together, children that could in turn shift, who knew what the world would be like?

Then again, if humans knew about shifters, they’d kill all of them, or shifters would have to take over.

Cali grumbled. Humans would nuke the entire planet before they let that happen. There was, to Cali’s way of thinking, a reason shifters and humans couldn’t reproduce together. Exposure to humans would result in the annihilation of one or both species.

Hell, look at what they’ve done to us without knowing we exist!

He stretched again, then yawned. As good as it felt to laze about, he did need to eat, and while he loved being in his lion form, hunting down prey was something he wasn’t going to get started on.

Despite the acreage he owned, if he shipped in deer and other such meals to be hunted, people would begin to talk. It was better to shift and eat as a man rather than risk anymore suspicion than he’d already garnered when he’d put the fence all the way around his property.

Besides, there was that whole not hunting other shifters. Cali had a pretty good handle on his lion, but he wasn’t going to test his cat by tempting it with any kind of prey.

Eventually, he might apply to have the land designated a wildlife reserve. Cali hadn’t decided whether that would be wise or not. It would depend on how many shifters found Southern Sun.

To that end, he could only hope the scent markers he’d left behind would be effective. A shifter would be able to tell what species he was, what gender, age— all the most pertinent information-- and could track Cali to Southern Sun. Then, he’d begin building his pride, and offering refuge to those who needed it.

It was a good plan, a workable plan. The other shifters would come. He purred as he imagined other species of felines sunning with him. It’d be shifter nirvana.

Okay, maybe I’m going too far there. It’ll be damned nice, though.

He couldn’t wait.

He had to wait.

Cali licked at his paw as he told himself to be patient.

He hated being patient.

He’d waited a long time to have his sanctuary, though. And he’d been waiting for someone to love with all his being since he’d matured and learned that fucking around had lost its appeal.

He’d been single and celibate for too long, but even when he was lonely, and horny, he couldn’t bring himself to go out and find a quick fuck. He wanted more. He needed more, and he deserved more.

But what if I never find the one for me?

Now he was depressing himself. The warm sunlight wasn’t doing its job of making him into a contented puddle of fur. He was supposed to be relaxing, not stressing out over…life. Or loneliness.


Well, at least he wasn’t hungry anymore.

His stomach growled, startling him into opening his eyes. Okay, he was still hungry.

Cali sat up and shifted. He stood and stretched all over again, working out the kinks that came with transforming from one thing into another. He idly scratched at his chest. It always itched after he shifted, and he didn’t know why. He had chest hair, but that didn’t explain it since he had hair other places, too.

Okay, his balls itched, too. He gave them a rub. Better. Cali took his time walking inside. He hated leaving the sunlight, but his stomach rumbled again and there were a couple of slabs of raw beef waiting for him inside. He’d left them to warm on the butcher block he’d had installed just for raw meats. Cali liked his warm, though he could eat it cold. Or cooked. His preference was for raw meat, however. Now he could indulge himself.

At least he’d cut it up and not just tear into it. He was in his human form, after all, and he tried to act the part at all times lest he screw up out in public and give himself away.

Cali glanced at his reflection in the mirrored hallway. He looked good for his age—shifter genetics, yaaassss! — with thick, golden blond hair that reached his shoulders, and rather leonine features. Thank the gods his eyes were just dark enough to pass for a shade of brown rather than gold like his Dad’s had been. Gold irises were difficult to conceal.

No. Not going there. Cali winked at himself then wrinkled his nose. He hated to admit it, but he was a little lonely.

“Well, I must be if I’m flirting with myself.” He shook his head. He just had to be patient. Damn it.


Cali prowled the eastern fence line, growling as rain pelted him. Yes, a lion should be tough enough not to be bothered by rain…but it was wet, and he didn’t like getting wet unless he chose to do so. He hadn’t been expecting the gods-awful storm that had blown in seemingly out of nowhere.

Today had been a bad day to decide he should check the fence line, but Cali had felt cooped-up and restless, and more than a little disappointed that not one single shifter had showed up yet.

Months. He’d been there months now, all alone, his hopes dying a little more each day until there wasn’t much of them left.

Maybe the rain was perfect for his mood.

Cali snorted at his own self-pitying thoughts. He’d waited over forty-two years to find someone to call his mate. He could wait a little longer.

He wasn’t going to entertain the possibility that he might never find his mate.

Although, if that happened, he’d be happy finding a man to love on his own, without that bond his parents had shared.


Thunder boomed and lightning filled the air with an almost tangible electric current. Cali eyed the fence and decided he might do well to keep his distance from it. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with the fence, he’d just sought to establish a pattern of inspecting it and being responsible, a good, dependable leader, one who thought ahead and always did everything he could to keep his pride safe and help it to flourish.

The wind whipped at him and he saw how far some of the trees were bending. If a few didn’t snap, he’d be surprised.

And if he wanted to live to lead his pride, he should probably get out of the storm.

Cali tipped his head down and powered his way toward his home. He didn’t like the looks of the sky off to the west. He’d seen skies like that before, in Dallas and Kansas, had taken shelter when tornado sirens had wailed out their warnings.

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