Jaguar Fever

Maybe his injury was the reason he arranged for the hunting of big cats—to get back at the one that had disfigured him so badly.

“He promised me a big male, too. And I’ve decided to throw in the other female. Three hunters at one time. It’ll be the hunting sensation of the year.”

Maya glanced at the other cat. Had Bettinger managed to capture the female jaguar his brother lost in Belize? Bettinger had said Maya was a wild cat. So did that mean the other wasn’t? Was she the zoo cat Thompson was searching for?

Maya’s advantage over a jaguar that didn’t shift was that she knew something of the way hunters thought. She was both a hunter and a human. If she were strictly a cat, she’d try to avoid the hunters. That’s what they couldn’t anticipate: Her unpredictability. The hunted hunting them.

“The price is going way up on you, missy,” the man said proudly.

She heard someone coming, and he turned and smiled at the person just out of Maya’s view.

As soon as she saw him, Maya growled low.

Jim Bettinger, aka Lion Mane, smiled broadly at her as he ran his fingers over the steel mesh caging her in. “Hello, beautiful cat. So we meet again.”

The tip of her tail twitched, and her eyes narrowed as she focused fully on him. She so wanted to take care of him just as she had his brother.

“Better not get in her way,” the buyer said. “She looks like she’d love to rip you apart and eat you slowly.”

“Hmm,” Jim said, running his hand along a corner pole. “She’s welcome to bite me any time, Gunther. But just know this, beautiful cat. I bite back.” He turned to Gunther. “Make sure she’s locked up tight in there.”

“You think she’s going to walk out on her own?”

“Trust me,” Jim said, looking back at Maya. “She’s capable of anything. And if she can’t do it on her own, she might very well have help. So you need to ensure she’s not going anywhere.”

Jim glanced up at a point on the cage above her head. “We’ll be watching you.”

She looked to see what he was talking about, presuming the place had security cameras. It did. She didn’t give a damn who was watching, though. If she could buy her freedom any way possible, she was doing it, even if that meant she had to shift in front of the camera.

“I think you’ve done a good job,” Gunther told the shifter. “I can tell just from the way she was watching you and now me that she’s intelligent. She’s going to be just perfect for the hunt.”

“Yeah, she is,” Jim agreed.

“Want some dinner? This calls for a celebration. I’ll have some nice bloody steaks sizzling on the grill in no time.” Gunther limped off.

He would be an easy kill, Maya thought, though they needed to send him to jail for all of his illegal killings, since he was human.

Jim still watched her through the cage and made a kissing motion at her.

She shouldn’t have done it, but she wanted to scare the cockiness out of the son of a bitch. She leaped to her feet, thankful she could manage to shake off the grogginess this much, bounded across the run, and slammed against the cage door with her paws, growling and snarling, forcing Jim to jump back and let out a cry of distress.

Gunther laughed. “Told you she’s smart. You’d better not be anywhere near the hunting grounds. If she could, I’d bet my lands she’d target you even if someone else was firing a gun at her.”

Jim was watching her warily, and Gunther had stopped to observe her with a sly smile on his face, amused that the she-cat had frightened the superior hunter.

“Your ass is mine,” Jim said, his eyes full of hostility.

“Only if you pay for the chance to hunt her,” Gunther warned, the smile sliding off his face.

Jim nodded. “Let’s get those steaks.” Then he turned and headed in the direction Gunther was going.

She watched them disappear past the cement-block wall that blocked her view. She wondered if anyone was monitoring the cameras. If she could knock out a light overhead, they couldn’t see her. But she’d have to shift first before she could use something on the light.

She looked around and saw a stainless-steel water trough and food dish.

The food dish might work. She’d have to wait until the men were gone or in bed. She glanced at the other cat. She was watching her, almost looking like she was smiling.

* * *

“I don’t know where Jim Bettinger has taken your girlfriend,” Candy said to Wade and David. Her phone buzzed and she texted back. “My buyer just bought a female cat from Jim Bettinger.”

Damn it to hell. Bettinger had to have sold Maya to the buyer. What was Bettinger thinking? “Bettinger didn’t have a cat to sell. And you know it. He stole one of mine.”

Candy folded her arms. “Says you. How are you going to prove that cat was yours? Got papers?”

“I’ve got a picture of her posted on Maya’s website. You know the one. You saw it yourself.”

Candy’s mouth dropped open. But then she quickly snapped it shut. “I don’t know anything about it.”

“I really don’t give a damn if you do or don’t. I want you to contact the buyer and tell him my brother’s bringing you a trade. A male for a female,” Wade said.

Candy smiled. “Interesting proposition, but he’s surely already paid for the female. You can’t expect him to pay you for the male and give up the female.”

“No payment. Just an even trade.”

Candy frowned at him. “I don’t get it.”

“She’s my breeding stock, damn it.” Maya would be thrilled to hear Wade say it.

“Let me call him.” Candy touched the screen on her phone, then spoke into it. “Um, I have an offer from the other hunters. They say Jim stole their female cat, and they want to trade a male for her.”

Candy looked up at Wade. With his cat’s hearing, Wade heard the man say, “He does, does he? Jim’s right here, and he says the cat’s his.”

“It isn’t. Wade has proof it isn’t,” Candy said.

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Sis.”

Sis? This woman was the buyer’s sister?

“He’s willing to give you a male in her place so he can use her for breeding stock,” Candy said.

A long pause followed.

“Candy, Jim said no to the offer. He’s going to deliver another cat—male this time. We’re going to have three on the hunt. First time to have multiple cats to hunt.”

“Won’t that be dangerous?” Candy asked, sounding anxious. She was frowning, looking at the floor as if she’d forgotten Wade and his brother were there. “If you’re going to do this, I don’t want you out there in the field videotaping it. It’s too risky.”

“I’ll be in the ATV. You worry too much.”

“You know how dangerous the cats can be,” she said.

“All too well. Jim and I are having steaks to celebrate his bringing me a wild jaguar and the other addition— tomorrow. You won’t need to drum up any more business for a while. Unless you’re just enjoying yourself. Come on home and join us, if you want.”

“Thanks. I will. Bye.” She hung up the phone and stuck it in her bag.

“Your brother,” Wade said.

“What?” Candy looked stricken.

“Your brother. The buyer. He said no to exchanging a male out for the female because Jim is going to sell him another cat. Since he didn’t bring one from Belize, that means he intends to steal another one of my cats.”

She licked her lips and glanced from Wade to his brother. “I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Give me your purse,” Wade demanded.

“I don’t have any money.”

“Just give me the damned purse.”

She handed it to him and he jerked it out of her hands, found a wallet, and looked for her driver’s license.