Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance (12 page)

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Love A Hunter
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In
a world where paranormals are the norm and humans are the minority,
Tisha is werecat, and a healer for her local community.

Largely
content in life, the only thing missing is a lover to share it with.

That
is till Hunter arrives on the scene.

Handsome,
well built, and abs to die for.

A
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Previously
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currently out for revenge!

A
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Sunday
afternoons were for gathering plants in the woods for her potions and
medicines. Tisha the Healer, as she was called in the nearby village
of Thessa, meandered through the woods, reveling in the varied,
verdant shades of green around her and the music created by the small
and large creatures who lived there. More comfortable surrounded by
the trees and nature than people and houses, Tisha took her time when
she gathered her herbs and roots, hoping she wouldn’t run into
any creature with the ability to speak.

She
shook her head at herself as she lifted her foot to keep from
stumbling on a protruding root.
I’m a
healer and I barely like weres, fairies, or humans
,
she thought, smirking at herself.

She
changed her thoughts and concentrated on the woods around her,
focused on the specific plant she needed for Chrissa, the little girl
who had sickened over night with a strange illness no one could
diagnose. What she needed was actually a root with an orange
flowering plant attached to it. The only time the plant flowered and
could be detected as the correct root was near dawn.

Tisha
had risen before the sun rose in the hopes of finding the elusive
root. Because she wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong with the
child, she wanted to at least give her something that would ease the
fever so she would have time to figure it out. Chrissa’s mother
had sent for her after dinner last night after the village doctor
could find no clue as to what ailed her. Unfortunately, Tisha hadn’t
been able to give a diagnosis either. She’d promised to come
back with the potion as soon as she could find the root, and
Chrissa’s mother had been grateful.

A pair
of fairies flew close to her face, flittering about, smiling at her.
Tisha smiled at them and decided to ask them for help. The fairies
who lived in the trees often helped her when she couldn’t find
exactly what she needed. Helpful fairies were a rarity; they didn’t
like large creatures that towered over them and usually stayed among
the leaves when weres, humans, or any other creature was around. But
they seemed to like Tisha, who was a regular in their woods.

“
Good
morning, sweet ladies,” Tisha greeted in her smoky voice. They
twittered their greeting, their voices almost too high-pitched for
Tisha’s ears. Humans couldn’t hear them at all.

“
Tisha
the Healer, welcome,” Periwinkle spoke.

Tisha
had nicknamed the ones she saw regularly. Fairies never revealed
their names to any other species than their own. The one who’d
spoken was the sweet shade of the flower. Her hair and dress were
exactly the same color, and her skin, while close to the shade of a
human’s, was tinged the same blue. Periwinkle’s friend,
perhaps sister, Tisha wasn’t sure, she’d nicknamed Bell
because she was the exact green of a bell pepper, Tisha’s
favorite vegetable. All fairies had diaphanous wings that hummed when
they flew.

Bell’s
lovely face scrunched in a charming smile. “You seem lost
today, Tisha the Healer.”

Tisha
smiled. “You always know when I need help. I think you fairies
hide some of your powers from the rest of us,” she teased.

The
fairies exchanged glances and looked back at Tisha, their eyes
twinkling mysteriously. Periwinkle answered Tisha. “You crash
through the woods noisily when you can’t find something. When
you know where you’re going, you’re as stealthy as a
cat.”

Tisha
laughed, her big breasts jiggling attractively enough to draw the
eyes of the fairies. Bell smiled. “Tisha the Healer, you should
not spend your life alone. But don’t worry, you won’t.”

Tisha
tilted her head to the side and giggled. “You’re
predictions are so vague. It would be nice if you would tell me that
on All Hallow’s Eve I will meet the man of my dreams dressed in
a red cloak riding a green horse.”

The
fairies tittered, Periwinkle covering her mouth with her hand. Bell
flew close to Tisha and whispered, “You will find him soon,
Tisha the Healer. But I can’t tell you more than that.”

Tisha’s
smile slipped. The fairies had always predicted small things that had
come true, but never something that might be life-changing. She
wasn’t looking for a man in her life; men complicated
everything. She replaced her smile quickly.

“
Sweet
fairies, thanks for the information,” Tisha said, bowing her
head just a little to them in appreciation.

Bell
inclined her head as well. “Now, Tisha the Healer, what is it
you’re looking for?”

“
I
need the root of the plant called a titian. It has an orange flower.”

Periwinkle
giggled and landed on Tisha’s shoulder to rest her wings.
Fairies were about the size of a child’s forearm and weighed no
more than a six-week-old kitten. “You silly, we know what a
titian is.”

Tisha
grinned. “I know, sweet fairy, but I like to hear myself talk.”

“
Your
voice is lovely, Tisha the Healer,” Bell complimented as she
landed on her other shoulder.

“
Thank
you.”

“
You
are welcome,” Bell returned. “If you will walk to the
left of this tree and immediately turn to your right, you will find a
boulder. Behind that boulder is the flower you need.”

Tisha
sighed a breath of relief. “Thank you so much for helping me
today, lovely ladies. You don’t know how much you’ve
helped me.”

“
Ah,
but we do Tisha the Healer.” The two fairies lifted off her
shoulders and hovered above her. “We hope little Chrissa is
healed soon.”

Tisha
tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Do you two know if she
will get better? Or what is wrong with her?”

Again
the fairies exchanged glances and looked back at Tisha. “Tisha
the Healer, we cannot tell you the outcome of human affairs,”
Periwinkle said.

Tisha
nodded and smiled at them. Bell winked at her and smiled a knowing
smile, and Tisha felt better about Chrissa and her mysterious
illness. The pair had revealed no real prediction, but the wink and
smile was a positive move. Tisha waved as they flew up into the tree
leaves and disappeared. She turned to the left and walked around the
tree nearest her, then immediately looked to her right. The boulder,
large, gray, and covered in moss, was exactly where the fairies had
told her it would be. She circled it and found the plant.

The sun
had been up for only fifteen minutes, but already the flower was
closing its petals to protect itself from the sun. Hurriedly, Tisha
dug the plant up and uprooted it. She put the entire plant into her
basket. She knew what the root’s properties were and what she
could use it for, but she could experiment with the plant to make
sure it had no other medicinal uses.

She
scurried back as quickly as she could to the path that led to her
little cottage on the outskirts of the woods. Sometimes with certain
plants, the medicinal properties had to be reaped as soon as the
plant was out of the ground. The titian was one of those plants, but
luckily it didn’t have to steep once extracted. She’d be
able to take the medicine to Chrissa as early as lunch if she got
started right away.

When she
stepped out of the woods on the path, she admired her cottage from
afar. The thatched roof had only a few months ago been repaired after
a harsh winter. She kept cats around to help with the ever-present
mouse problem, but honestly, she just loved the three little cats
roaming her rafters. The cottage was a two room home, the living room
and the kitchen one of the rooms, and her bedroom the other. Simple
and well-maintained, her home always smelled like various herbs,
plants, and flowers. Her kitchen doubled as her work space, and she
rarely let anyone inside.

The
cottage was in a clearing with many trees shading it from the harsh
summer sun. Occasionally, traveling fairies would stop and ask to
sleep in her trees, which they found charming and interesting. Tisha
had never asked her fairy friends, but she felt like the fairies
could talk to the trees, or at least could understand when the trees
whispered. She wished she could also speak with them; she bet they
had so much to teach, but no such luck.

As she
studied her home, she noticed a man, a human man, sitting on a stump
in front of her cottage. His large torso and muscular arms indicated
he was a laborer, and the crooked nose on his face showed he also
liked to spar. She sighed a little; she’d really wanted to
start on Chrissa’s medicine, but it looked like she had a
patron. She put on a smile as she walked up.

“
Hello,
sir,” Tisha greeted while walking up. “Is there something
I can do for you?”

The man
laboriously rose to his feet, and Tisha saw the rip in his pants and
the mostly-dried blood around the rip. “Good morning, ma’am.
The villagers told me you might be able to help me?”

“
Please
sit back down, sir. What happened to your leg?” Tisha had
dropped her basket to the ground to move forward and ease the man
back onto the stump.

He
grunted as he sat back down. His face was a little pale, but Tisha
hoped that was from the pain rather than a loss of blood. “Well,
I actually came to Thessa to join the builders working on the new
worship building. On my way into the village, a group of teenage
weres started messing with me. I fought back, and one of them shifted
and clawed my leg up pretty good.”

Tisha
shook her head as she stepped away from him to go inside. “Give
me just a second. I need to grab a few things from inside.” He
nodded as she pushed open her door and latched it behind her.

As she
gathered the necessary items, such as clean linen and witch hazel to
clean the wound, bandages, and scissors in case she needed to cut his
pants, she mumbled to herself about the prejudices of her kind. Weres
and other supernaturals dominated this world, outnumbering the humans
by at least five to one. But that didn’t mean they dominated
humans just because humans had no special powers. She hated the fact
that weres still attacked humans with no provocation. And those in
power, the witches, wizards, and weres who ruled, created no laws to
prevent this behavior.
Sometimes I don’t
like this world much
, Tisha thought as she
located the witch hazel in her cupboards.

When she
turned back to the door, she startled back. Elizabeth, her ghostly
best friend, was standing between her and the door, and Tisha had
nearly walked through her, something she found quite uncomfortable.

“
Gods,
Elizabeth! Why do you try to make me walk through you?”

Elizabeth
sniffed. “I like to feel your warmth.”

“
Well,
I don’t much enjoy the cold,” Tisha replied.

“
You’re
so mean sometimes.”

“
Yes,
yes, I know, I’m horrible,” Tisha placated sarcastically.
She and Elizabeth had had this exact conversation since Tisha had
bought the cottage from the village holy man five years ago. She’d
inherited Elizabeth along with the cottage.