got dogs.”
“I’ll keep up.”
“All right. Shift. It’s the only way you’re going.”
She started to strip out of her clothes. As a jaguar, she could move even faster than he could. “Stay close to me.”
She nodded. Once her blurred form had shifted into a jaguar resting on all paws, he hurried out to the deck. He climbed down the ladder, while she leaped from the deck. Then they were off.
God, he hoped they’d get back before anything else could happen.
Wade couldn’t believe it when he saw Maya come to his rescue, saw the feral look in her eyes when she pounced on Bettinger. He nearly had a heart attack when he heard the hunter return and shout at her, trying to distract her before she killed the jaguar shifter.
With the utmost difficulty, Wade had lifted his head and growled, attempting to get the hunter’s attention before he shot Maya, giving her just enough time to attack the human. After that, he’d had virtually no strength except to somehow manage to get into the tree.
Wade knew when she left him alone in the tree that she intended to get rid of Bettinger’s body before anyone came looking for him. Wade hadn’t wanted her to go. If she was caught dragging Bettinger’s body off, she’d be hunted down. All of them would. Not that she wouldn’t be killed if she was found here with a couple of dead men.
Connor was taking too long. Where the hell was he?
And Maya hadn’t yet returned. He knew the river wasn’t far off, but dragging a 175-pound man had to be slowing her down.
The dogs began to bark again. Someone or something had to be in the vicinity where they were tied up or caged.
He wanted to roar for Maya, to warn her that someone could be coming, but he knew she could hear the dogs as well as he could. Roaring would draw unwanted attention. Wade didn’t want anyone investigating this location, not when he was half dead to the world, with the other man dead on the ground and the female jaguar sleeping like the dead.
Maya was so quiet, blending in so beautifully with the foliage, that at first he didn’t see her return. Her spots rippled like a river current as she stalked toward the site. She glanced up at him, and he felt welcome relief that she was fine.
She listened, ears twitching, eyes focused on the direction her brother had taken, tail slashing the air back and forth, back and forth.
He was certain she was trying to decide whether to move the second body or wait until her brother arrived. He wanted her to stay. Not having a crystal ball, he couldn’t know what the best option really was. But he wanted to keep her in his sights.
Then he heard voices in the distance where the dogs were, and his heart did a triple jump.
Maya didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the human by his gun belt and began dragging him toward the river. If she managed to get him away from the female jaguar and Wade, the hunters wouldn’t likely find them, not as dark as it was now.
Lion Mane was the problem. He could follow the dead men’s scents and know not only that Maya had moved them but also where she’d taken them.
The brush rustled nearby, and he cocked his head to peer harder. Hell, it was
Maya was thinking a mile a minute. The human was just as heavy as Bettinger had been, and although she was able to dump Bettinger in the river, she didn’t think she could do the same with this one.
“Bettinger!” a man yelled. “Mylar!”
Breathing suspended, she paused. The man shouting was still near the barking dogs.
She was struggling to drag the body toward the river when she saw a flash of golden fur and black rosettes in the plants nearby
Glad it wasn’t Lion Mane in jaguar form, Maya took a relieved breath. She released her hold on the body, ran across the dead man’s chest, and greeted Kat. The two rubbed whiskers, then they worked together to drag the body to the river. A croc snapped near Maya, and she let go of the dead man and whipped around. It looked to be about thirteen feet in length but was no match for her powerful bite.
His long leathery needle-nose jaws snapped again at her while she hopped back and forth, keeping her distance until she could go for the head and avoid his razor-sharp teeth. With a well-aimed pounce, she grabbed his head with her mouth and crushed his skull, tossing him aside to help Kat finish hauling the human to the dark river where he would be piranha and croc bait.
The crocs in Belize normally didn’t attack humans, and like jaguars, they had a tendency to ambush prey at night, stalking them in the water. But when it came to fighting jaguars? No contest.
Kat rubbed against Maya’s side, and the two licked each other’s muzzles in camaraderie again. Then they turned and raced back to the site where the female jaguar and Wade were, and where Maya’s brother had undoubtedly arrived by now.
When they reached the site, Connor had already hefted a sleepy female jaguar into denser brush. She was beginning to stir.
They would wait and protect her until she was awake enough to take care of herself. Then Maya saw Connor below the tree where Wade was resting, watching all of them.
Connor looked stern—worried, too. He’d hastily dressed in khaki pants and a long-sleeved shirt and his thick, sturdy boots. All he’d brought for Wade was a pair of black drawstring pants.
When Connor’s gaze turned from hers to the half-asleep jaguar shifter, she swore her brother muttered a curse. He still didn’t like the man, but she hoped her brother would come around.
The problem was that jaguar males were totally territorial. Connor didn’t have male friends. It wasn’t part of his nature. She suspected Connor would not be happy about any male crossing the line into his perceived territory. Even if the male was on their side. She hoped that Connor could overcome it enough that when she took a mate, he’d get along with him.
She sighed.
Connor said to Wade, “I take it you’re Wade Patterson. Come on. Wake up and get dressed.”
Looking groggy, Wade stared at Connor before turning his attention on Maya. He gave her a sleepy grin. Then he grunted at Connor.
Not a great start to developing a super family relationship.
Kat stayed back away from the situation to keep from stirring things up between the two males.
Maya jumped onto the branch and licked Wade’s face, greeting him in a jaguar way. She shouldn’t have done so in front of Connor because she knew it aggravated him, but she did it to try and stir Wade into action.
Wade smiled, showing off those great teeth that could take down an adversary or dinner, and nudged her face with his nose in a mutually caring greeting back.
“Come on, shrug it off,” Connor ordered, sounding like he was ready to shift and knock the male cat from the tree. “Don’t make me come up there to get you.”
Maya was certain that Wade would have shifted already if he could. His lethargy was holding him back.
Connor scowled at him. “You could have leaped down from the tree branch first.”
That proved how much difficulty Wade was having in processing what he needed to do. He shifted back into his cat form, looking virile. He glanced at Maya as if feeling a little guilty that he was being so thickheaded. She sympathized, hating that he was feeling so out of it.
He licked her face as if wanting to annoy Connor and let her know he was interested in her, and then he leaped to the ground, forcing Connor to step back. He did it on purpose! She knew it and smiled. Touche! Wade
