Bobcat? These dumbasses.
“Maybe it’s a leopard. I’ve been hearing rumors about leopards around these parts,” another guy chimed in. My ears perked up at his words.
Humans knowing about shifters was bad for both sides. Humans hunted things they didn’t understand, and shifters killed humans who hunted them. It was a vicious cycle.
“Unless we magically moved to Asia or Africa or the zoo’s leopards got out, this ain’t no fucking leopard,” the Italian snorted. “Where’d you go to school at, ya big dummy?”
“Dummy! I’ll show you a big fucking dummy!” The other man growled.
There was a lot of shuffling of feet, cursing, shouting, and thumping going on. I could only assume that the two idiots were doing a knock out-drag out. If I was lucky, it would be a long enough distraction for me to get loose.
I clawed at the material but this time it was less noticeable. The material was thick. My claws were barely tearing the material. I debated on shifting back since I had a pocket knife; however, that would just bring a bigger chance of shifters being discovered.
My chest suddenly felt like it was being sat on. I gasped for air. The fumes were getting to me. I wavered back and forth on my feet as I continued clawing at the material.
Fatigue, nausea, and light-headedness fell over me. Something was wrong.
So… fucking… tired.
Maybe I could just sleep for a little while and once I woke up again, I could get myself out of this mess. I only needed a few minutes of sleep. A few minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt. Would it?
Snap the fuck out of it! I growled to myself. Now wasn’t the time for a fucking cat nap. I needed to get the hell out of here and find Koroleva before they found her.
With all my might, I clawed at the material. It finally began to rip. I used my teeth to help open the small tears my claws had made.
“Fuck. Someone do something. It’s trying to get out!” a nasally guy shrieked.
“Just fucking kill it already!” the familiar man’s voice ordered. His face finally came to me. It was one of the thugs from the strip club. The ones who were there the first night I met Koroleva.
I heard a gun cock. These fuckers were seriously going to shoot me and there wasn’t a single fucking thing I could do about it.
324
Banshee
These fucking goons. They’d set up camp in a couple of abandoned warehouses outside of town. Men were everywhere but none of them had seen me. My abilities, which only Roark knew about, kept me hidden as I slipped past the idiots at the guard shack. Now I was inside the second warehouse looking for any sign of who could be selling us out when the idiots began fighting each other.
Turning my focus to the fight as I tried to find my way past them, I noticed something struggling beneath a heavy piece of canvas. I inhaled deeply to see what was trapped and was assaulted by strong chemical fumes. But as I shook my head to clear it, a faint trace of a familiar scent hit me.
Fuck, I hissed and my instinct went crazy. Things went bad real quick as the men’s argument was interrupted by the feline they had trapped.
When one of them pulled out a gun, I didn’t stop to think. I simply reacted. Pushing off of my back legs I leaped onto the back of the man with the gun. His arm swung wide and it fired as I pushed away from him and landed at the edge of the tarp.
“You fucking shot me!” someone screamed.
“Oh, hell, there’s another one of them.” The screech filled the warehouse and echoed off of the ceiling.
I winced as the noise grew around me. However, I shook it off and grabbed the tarp in my mouth. I almost dropped it when I tasted the horrible shit that it was coated in but I fought the reaction and tugged until I saw the beginning of golden fur. When the animal was free, I growled at it and it slowly turned its head in my direction.
Something wasn’t right. He should have jumped free immediately.
Had the chemicals affected him, I wondered as I took a step forward and nudged him.
A strange chuckling sound erupted from the cat as he surged from his position and jumped smoothly over me. When I turned, I found him standing on the chest of a dead man.
My heart twisted inside of me as I realized he’d just killed for me. My mate had killed for me. Forcing my emotions down, I roared and raced toward the exit. Most of the men had run when I’d attacked so the way was clear until I reached the door. A man stood blocking the doorway, pointing a handgun straight at me.
I gulped. This was going to fucking hurt, I groaned to myself.
Then, a man dived over me and struggled with the human. I hissed and backed up as they fought. I paced back and forth as the gunman was thrown against a wall. He fell in a useless lump on the ground.
“Koroleva, we have to get out of here. Four are dead.” Chance shifted and returned to his feline form. He was a gorgeous animal. Only about half my size in his shifted form, he was all black markings and warm golden fur with some very sharp teeth and claws.
He made a muttering sound at me and I cocked my head at him. It was going to take me some time to figure out what his sounds meant.
Chance shook his head and looked at the exit. I chuckled in my mind and it came out a hiccupping purr sound. I swear the cat rolled his eyes at me, which made me laugh harder as I took off out of the warehouse. I heard
