from the perimeter—more bears.
One of the ladies who had shifted was cuffed in the head by a newcomer, and a roar broke out behind Caroline as the woman’s mate barreled along the poolside, racing to protect his partner.
More shifters arrived, snarls ringing through the air. Caroline clutched Tyler’s jacket around herself as she fled for the staff room of the pool, the door held open for her by a wide-eyed female wolf lifeguard.
Caroline vanished from his sight down the pool deck, and that was the last glimpse Tyler had time for. He was too busy keeping teeth and claws from ripping off important parts of his anatomy.
Like his head.
Todd Ainsworth snarled a few comments to the crowd about people assuming too much responsibility, taking too much for granted. But when the men didn’t leap to take the bait or so much as grumble in response, Ainsworth cut his losses, shifted and attacked.
Tyler shifted, but not fast enough to avoid a paw swipe to his human torso before fur and muscle took hold. Searing pain shot through him and shook his beast, forcing adrenaline into his veins. His vision clouded and rational thought failed.
There were reasons he wasn’t supposed to do this, but damn if he could remember what they were. All he could think of was Todd Ainsworth dead in front of him. Preferably in more than one mangled piece.
Tyler lurched forward and snapped, burying his teeth in Ainsworth’s shoulder, pushing with his full weight in an attempt to topple his opponent to the ground. Blood flooded his mouth, the taste increasing his anger. His human reasoning was at an all-time low, the bear stepping in and making decisions.
The animal side knew one thing. The shifter dragging his claws down Tyler’s chest was a danger to everyone at the pool. Everyone in the conclave. Caroline had been right.
Pain struck again as long claws stabbed viciously into his abdomen, followed by a burst of agony that raked across his stomach and hip as Ainsworth attempted to win his freedom.
Tyler was gone. Only the bear remained, and his claws and teeth went to work.
Five paces from her sanctuary Caroline found herself thwarted as a huge furry body fell over the divider wall into her path. She scrambled back, jerked open the door to the mechanical room and slipped inside.
There was no lock on her side. There was no way out at first glance, either. She searched frantically through the items stored in the small cluttered space, looking for something to use as a weapon.
Nothing. Pull buoys and flutter boards weren’t much use.
The back corner held an old filing cabinet, the doors removed, shelves stuffed with water toys. Above the cabinet was a trapdoor—access to the roof?
She shoved the pile of inner tubes over and scrambled to the top of the cabinet, undid the small latches and shoved the door open.
Sunlight greeted her, and fresh air to filter away the chlorine and musty damp in her nostrils. She peeked out, but the roof was clear of everything except some leaves and branches, and one deflated beach ball.
She paused, glancing back into the storage area. The sounds of fighting continued to rage, but she seemed to have a moment of respite. She shoved everything she needed onto the roof, then shut the trapdoor dragging the diving weights she’d found on top to stop anyone from following her.
Underfoot, the rough asphalt lining the roof cut into her soles as she inched toward the roof edge to peer over. Blood and fur were smeared on the deck, groups of bears clustered together making it impossible for her to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys.
Wolf bodies joined the mix as well—and those she recognized after years in the pack. The guards on duty were caught in a corner, more of the Takhini pack coming from the trees to rescue them. The wolves worked in pairs, snapping at heels and darting in and out of reach as they surrounded the pool.
Wheels on gravel sounded, and she tore herself away from the fighting, turning instead to the side of the building that led to the campground.
More vehicles were pulling into the parking lot—a long line of airstream RVs parked in a row at the entrance to the camping area, faces pressed to their windows examining the pool building. How much of the fighting could be seen from the road was impossible to tell from Caroline’s vantage point, but she had to stop any tourists from attempting a closer look.
The camper she’d found for Shelley to work out of was parked on the other side of the trees. She jerked her cell phone from the suit pocket and called her sister.
“I need you to run interference. Now, please.”
Shelley groaned. “You’re damn lucky Chase likes you. Are you okay?”
“Yes. Only, move it, we’ve got humans exiting their campers.” She hung up on Shelley, then hit a preprogrammed message, sending it off to one of her contacts. It only took a second to shove the phone back into her pocket. In a moment of blinding inspiration, she snatched up the basket of pool toys she’d hauled onto the roof. She yanked out the pair of sunglasses sticking from one side of the basket, and perched the oversized lost- and-found item on her nose.
Fingers crossed this worked. Hopefully the glasses and coat made her look mysterious and not like an escaped maniac.
She stood at the edge of the roof as doors swung open and the RVers crawled out. They were, as she expected, a group of older travelers. The type that typically moved from campsite to campsite together as they explored the northern frontier. Caroline had seen her share of RV convoys on the Alaskan Highway since she was girl.
Seen so many campers in the Walmart parking lot she’d lost count.
The retirees stood by their vehicles, staring across the parking lot toward the pool as they talked amongst themselves. One couple headed for the front doors, and Caroline mentally hurried her sister up.
Shelley was just visible through the trees, not close enough to be spotted unless you knew where to look. Caroline had to distract these people. She scooped up a couple of the rubber duckies from the basket at her feet and tossed them in the air. Laughed loudly.
Nothing. The couple kept moving toward the danger zone. So she nabbed the basket and upended it, small yellow birds bouncing everywhere as they hit the concrete outside the front doors.
The gentleman who’d been headed toward the observation area paused, looked at the toys, then upward. He blinked, his eyes widening as he took in her outfit.
Caroline waved and announced in her brightest, reality-show-announcer voice possible. “Hi. I’m sorry, the pool is closed. Isn’t there a sign at the highway warning we’re filming today?”
“Filming?” The grey-haired woman at her husband’s side eyed Caroline. “We didn’t see any sign. Sounds as if there’s murder going on.”
Caroline clapped and smiled broader. “Well done. Yes, a murder mystery. It’s a Canadian Broadcast Corporation direct-to-television movie. The director has a marvelous reputation for realism. He’s using live animals in this one.”
The couple glanced at the edge of the pool house then back up at Caroline. “Is it safe?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Of course it is, they’re professionally trained animals. Only I do remind you the pool
Caroline pointed back toward their RVs where Shelley had moved into sight, the leash in her hand attached to a collar around Chase’s neck.
Her brother-in-law was going to kill her for this. Sometime, somewhere, the big Metis shifter would demand satisfaction for having to pretend to be a domesticated cat.
The deception worked. The couple hurried to join their friends gathering around Shelley.
Caroline called after them. “The campground is open, so go ahead and find spots. Someone will be around to help you in a while, once we’re done with this scene.”
The gentleman waved a hand without even glancing back, he was so intent to get to Shelley and the giant cougar. Chase sat obediently on his haunches even as he stared at the roof in disgust.
Caroline wiggled her fingers, then darted to the opposite side of the roof to catch up on what had been happening.
