female jaguar shifter. She
was a sleek orange feline with dark
black spots. Jagged pain lanced
down his left side. One of the
vamps had sliced into him,
breaking a rib and piercing him
with a silver dagger. The rib was
already healing and the silver hadn’t
gotten into his blood stream so
while he hurt, he was almost four
hundred and fifty years old and
more than capable of
compartmentalizing his pain.
For a brief moment he tensed,
wondering if the female planned to
attack him too. The thought of
sparring with this woman, even in
self-defense, made something
painful well up inside him. Some
primal part of him just couldn’t do
it. But then she let out a soft whine
and nudged him with her nose and
he realized she was worried. Or at
least concerned about him.
He tried to move then realized he
must have been injured worse than
he originally thought. More pain
ripped through his right shoulder
like tiny daggers digging into him.
Damn vampire had sliced through
him with his claws. Rainer let his
head fall back against the pavement.
He’d heal soon enough and if those
vamps didn’t come back and the
woman didn’t try to attack him,
he’d be fine.
But she clearly had other ideas.
After whining and nudging him
again, she turned tail and
disappeared around her Jeep. Less
than a minute later she came back
around in her human form wearing
a form-fitting T-shirt and shorts. All
shifters he knew carried around
multiple changes of clothes so it
made sense she had something extra
to put on. It was a shame she’d had
to destroy that skimpy black dress
though. He’d had some wicked
fantasies earlier tonight of slowly
peeling it off her. Watching her
carefully, he relaxed slightly when
she opened the back door of her
Jeep.
“Come on, big fella. You’re
coming home with me so you can
heal. Do not make me regret this,”
she murmured as she bent down
and picked him up.
Rainer was huge and if she’d
been human she wouldn’t have
been able to lift him. As it was, the
petite woman strained and grunted
as she slid her arms under his big
wolf body and lifted him up.
Though it would have hurt like hell,
he could have jumped into the back
on his own, but he was afraid any
sudden movements would scare
her.
And he wasn’t above playing the
sympathy card if it got her to take
him back to her place. She was
living in Huntsville, which was his
Alpha’s territory and she hadn’t
made her presence known to
anyone that he knew of.
Considering that his oldest brother
Alaric was second-in-command to
Knox, his Alpha, Rainer would
have known if a jaguar shifter had
been living in their territory. Then
she’d acted as if she didn’t know
what an Alpha was. Whatever was
going on with this woman and
whoever she was, he was damn
sure going to find out.
Because those vampires tonight
had been hunting her .
After gently sliding him onto a
thick quilt, she shut the back door
while she muttered to herself about
how she was definitely going to
regret letting a wolf into her home.
If he’d been in human form he
would have smiled. Inhaling
deeply, he scented her on the quilt
and the smell soothed him on a
primal level. Most shifters carried
quilts or blankets around in their
vehicles in case they decided to stop
somewhere and sleep out in the
woods, on the beach, or wherever.
He didn’t like leaving his truck
but there was no identifying
information inside and the license
plate wasn’t linked to his pack. If
someone stole it, well, he’d take
care of that later. The gentle hum of
her engine would have lulled him to
sleep but after only a minute of
driving the vehicle shut off again
and she got out.
Making a split second decision,
he shifted back to his human form.
His bones cracked, broke and
realigned and skin quickly replaced
fur. Rainer wanted to be able to talk
to her and he wanted to know why
they’d stopped when they were in
the