FREY'S MATE (Shifters of the Bulgarian Bloodline Book 3)

by Dalia Wright

  She didn’t suspect Arturo was a panther, but she thought he might know some information about them. When she left Florida for the Rio de Janeiro, her sisters told her it was all in her head. They talked about how panther shifters were just another urban legend that would turn out not to be true. They told her to not get stressed out, for they were worried about what would happen when she got to the jungle and realized panther shifters didn’t exist. But Laura was determined. And unfortunately, she was attracted to Arturo. She tried to make these thoughts go away, thinking instead of how she would question him further after the tour.

  He felt their eyes on his back, and sweat trickled down his biceps. Around his left wrist was a tattoo of barbed wire, reminding Arturo that he belonged with the other panthers, regardless of whether or not they worked together. It was like a contract he’d signed when he moved to this side of the jungle. Though he’d grown up in Columbia, he moved to Rio for the isolation and beautiful jungles. The plus side was that there were many beautiful women. Except for the tan-skinned girl, who was slowly driving him crazy with her weird questioning. The tour proceeded on as normal, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how weird she had been. Was there something he didn’t know, had she seen him earlier? He reassured himself that this hadn’t happened. She was just a tourist like all the others, just another woman that he would meet and forget about. Little did he know how wrong he was.

  Chapter 2

  Laura hadn’t planned on touring the jungle that day. In fact, it was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d been eating her breakfast that morning when she noticed a man hanging out in the doorway of the kitchen. He was pushing the door open and closed with his foot and teasing one of the female cooks. At the time, Laura thought nothing of it. He was probably a manager bothering one of his workers. But then she encountered him in the hallway, talking up one of the receptionists. She later learned that he was the one that gave the tours, which was unfortunate for Laura because she couldn’t stand him.

  Unfortunately for Laura, she knew she needed to go on Arturo’s tour. It was the only way she’d be able to find out about what happened with her grandfather. Maybe he’d even know about some of the panther shifter myths. She was told he knew the jungle inside out, so she figured she’d attend the tour anyway and ask him questions. She’d never expected to actually learn something from him. The jungle was beautiful, and dark. The others on the tour didn’t seem to care about what Arturo was saying. They were mostly young couples, wrapped up in their honeymoon romances.

  Laura didn’t care for romance. She came from a close-knit family who prided themselves on their hard work and ethics over romance and relationships. Plus the last time she’d been in a relationship with another man, it hadn’t ended well. She found out he was cheating on her with one of the girls she worked with, and after that she found it impossible to trust anyone outside her own immediate circle. Arturo would be no different. He glossed over her question about the panther shifters before continuing the tour.

  It was hot out that day, and Laura felt her clothes sticking to her skin. She wanted to abandon the tour badly and go swimming in the pool. Arturo completed the tour by talking about an enormous breed of anacondas that laid claim to the green heart of the jungle. They ended at the hotel doors, gasping cool air flooding at their feet each time the electronic doors opened and closed. Laura waited for everyone to leave so she could be alone with Arturo. She hadn’t wanted to, but she needed to ask him a few more questions about the jungle.

  “So what brings you to these parts?” he asked, leaning back and forth on his heals.

  “I’m here for research. In fact, I’m here for research on the panther shifters. And before you say anything, I know you told me it was a modern myth, but I just don’t believe that’s true.”

  “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and we can discuss this further?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. It was then he recognized her natural beauty, the enormity of her eyes, her voluptuous body.

  “I’ll get a drink from you, but I want to make one thing clear— this is not a date.”

  “Whatever you say,” he said, holding his hand up.

  They walked into the hotel’s bar area, Laura picking a seat by the window. Through the glass they could see the pool, a stretch of bright green, and beyond that— an enormous clear-blue ocean. It was a serene location for a hotel, perfect for tourists and anyone wanting to escape their busy realities for a while. Laura focused on unwrapping the cloth napkin in front of her. She found Arturo both annoying and attractive at the same time, and thought ignoring this would be best for everyone.

  Arturo busied himself by looking at Laura. She wasn’t like the other women, throwing herself all over him. And she didn’t seem to be in a relationship. He definitely didn’t see a ring on her finger. She was agitated, though, but he was unsure of why. Perhaps she was annoyed to be on vacation and at work at the same time. He knew the feeling. They signaled the waiter over, ordering a bottle of pineapple wine to split between them. The waiter bowed and winked at Arturo before heading to the kitchen for glassware.

  “So tell me, you say you’re here for research? Where are you from?”

  “Florida. I used to live in the Keys, but something, uh, something happened so now I’m here.”

  “How do you like it so far?”

  “It’s okay. Things will be even better when I can get my hands on some research.”

  The waiter brought over two wine glasses, placing them on black, cloth squares. He poured them each a finger of wine before leaving the bottle and heading back to the kitchen.

  “And what is it again you’re researching? Panther shifters? What makes you think you’re going to find anything about them?”

  “I was told by a close relative that I would find at least one or two shifters here. I can’t explain it to you, but you must know it’s pertinent I get this information.”

  “Alright, I won’t push,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. It was sweet, and a bit bitter. Small pieces of pineapple floated around the golden liquid. Laura and Arturo looked at each other before averting their eyes. This proceeded to happen several more times. An invisible pull unfolded between them and neither understood how it had happened.

  It had been quite some time since Arturo had come across another woman like Laura. In fact, he could barely remember being attracted to anyone like this. Sure there were the occasional women he slept with, or the not so occasional, but no one was like Laura.

  “Do they pay you to get drunk on the job?” she asked.

  “You’d be surprised, sometimes they do. But I’m not at work right now. I’m done for the day.”

  “How nice. What are your plans for later?” she flushed slightly before saying, “You know, to relax.”

  “I was thinking about going to a party later. There’s a party they’re throwing later, just a celebration on the beach. Do you want to go?”

  “I’ll think about it,” she said, giving him a small smile.

  His eyes lit up; he was intrigued. And he loved the thrill of the chase. It made everything else so much more interesting.

  He told her he’d be at the party and if she wanted to attend she was free to, no strings attached. It started at nine, after the sun went down. Instead of finishing off the bottle, he gave the rest to her. As she walked away from the table, probably heading towards her room, Arturo stared at her backside. She was beautiful, and full of mind games. He couldn’t wait for what might be in store later.

  Chapter 3

  The party was set poolside. There was music and dancing and the bartender created strange brightly colored drinks for everyone. A beautiful woman in a flowing red dress hands out flower leis at the door. Though Laura didn’t want to come, she found herself compelled to see Arturo again. Their lunch had ben brief, and she’d barely been able to gauge anything about him. But he was beautiful and kind, something she tried very hard to ignore. She threw on a light blue dress and a black top,
something simple that would show off her figure. When she arrived at the party, she found Arturo at the bar.

  To her surprise, he was talking to the bartender, not one of the women standing around. They were having an animated discussion, waving their arms around. The bartender shook something in a metallic cup and poured Arturo a bright green martini. She worked her way through the crowd and slid up to Arturo. He took a sip of his drink while looking her up and down.

  She looked beautiful in the mixture of rainbow lights and moonlight. Feeling his eyes heavy on her body, she turned and looked out at the crowd.

  “I love this,” she said, gesturing to the party-goers.”

  “Really now? I would have thought this wouldn’t be your scene. You know, people relaxing, having fun— it doesn’t seem like your thing.”

  Still looking at the crowd, she bit the insides of her cheek to suppress a spreading smile.

  “I can have fun, on occasion,” she responded. “Unlike you, who seems to have fun a bit too often.”

  “Now what is that supposed to mean?” he leaned closer to her, and she could smell sweetness on his breath.

  Daring to look at him, though their faces were mere inches apart, she said, “I see you bedding a different woman every day. You’re either lonely or bored and I haven’t figured out which.”

  “Oh, so you’ve been watching me?” he asked, his eyes staring deeply into hers. Both their pupils dilated into dark pools; the chaos of the party faded away.

  Laura and Arturo moved slowly towards each other. Right as they were about to kiss, Arturo heard his name being called.

  “See what I mean?” Laura said before pulling away. She plucked the drink out of Arturo’s hand and sat on a barstool.

  A young woman wearing a skin-tight black dress danced her way to Arturo. She put her arms around his neck, begging him to come dance with her. He looked at Laura, pleading silently with her. She merely shrugged, as if to say, go, I’ll be fine on my own.

  The woman’s name was Annabelle, and she was very persistent. Arturo obliged, following her out onto the dance floor. They were twirling each other around to a swing song when suddenly he felt it. The familiar pull of hunger and lust. He tried to keep it in, but found it increasingly more difficult.

  If he wasn’t careful his fangs would start to poke out and thus the chaos would begin. When he was in panther form, he could hardly hold himself back. He’d devour everyone on this dance floor in one bite, wouldn’t even hesitate to eat Laura alive. Her smooth, tan skin, and dark brown eyes would go down his throat like water. Instead of turning to violence, he excused himself from Annabelle.

  Weaving through the crowd, Arturo headed towards the jungle. Behind him, following at a slightly unsteady pace, was Laura. She wanted to know where he was going, or at least she kind of wanted to know. The other part of her was desperate to head to the jungle at night. She figured she’d run into one of the shifters in there, for they enjoyed feeding when no one else was around. Her cousins told her they fed in early morning and late evening, never during the day, and never in front of other human beings.

  She stood at the base of the jungle, clutching her sides with her hands. From within the darkness, she heard strange noises. Birds sang and flew, small animals growled at each other. She took a small step into the mouth of the jungle. Her heart was practically in her throat, and she was nervous about what she might find. But she knew she had to do it. She had to research the panther shifters. There was no way around it; she would avenge her grandfather’s death.

  In the distance, Arturo prowled the grounds, sniffing for food. His night vision kicked in and he was able to see through patches of moonlight that there were vermin running around. The first few kills had been easy. A rat or two, sometimes something bigger. He could identify their species by taste, and how their bones felt beneath his jaws.

  He felt bad for leaving Laura at the party. She surely wouldn’t forgive him for that. He began to think of ways to make it up to her. Maybe he’d ask her out on another date, convince her that he wasn’t all that bad. But what about the truth? Would he ever be able to tell her that? Calm down, Arturo, he said to himself. She’s just a girl that you met on one of the tours. It’s not like she’d ever be into you. But the more he repeated this mantra, the less it felt true.

  Laura wasn’t just another girl. He was attracted to not only her body, but her mind and wit as well. She was constantly snarky to him, always knowing when to fire a comeback. He decided he was mostly full, wanting to head back to the party to apologize. As he neared one of the openings to the jungle, he smelled something different. It was sweaty, tangy, and human. Was there a lost tourist in this massive jungle? But who would be foolish enough to enter into these parts?

  He crawled slowly, his shoulders hunching as if he were going to attack. He needed to keep his wits about him. If he attacked an innocent human being, that would mean trouble for the rest of the panther shifters. They were meant to only eat animals. Years ago, perhaps decades, they’d once hunted humans. When Arturo learned about that, he felt disgusted, betrayed. They were half human; how could they kill one of their own kind? He’d explained this argument to one of his brothers, but they didn’t listen to him. This was probably why panther shifters hunted alone. They each held radical, dangerous opinions and would probably hunt each other into extinction if they weren’t careful.

  Arturo knew he could never harm another human being. It just wasn’t in him. Those who couldn’t shift fascinated him. They weren’t as strong as he was, sure, but he was still interested in their muscles and marrow. What did it feel like to only have human DNA in your body? He neared the source of the smell, his mind raging like an angry storm. What he saw next surprised and confused him. It was Laura, frozen in her tracks. She looked at him with enormous eyes. He remembered he was unrecognizable in this form. This was it, the moment he’d been trying to avoid. It was time to tell her the truth.

  Chapter 4

  He transformed back into a human being, knowing it would frighten her. She shrieked and he silenced her by kissing her. She was silent for a few seconds before pushing him away and asking,

  “What the hell?”

  “Laura, let me explain—“

  “You’re one of them,” she said, pushing him away.

  “Listen Laura, I know you’re upset, but you have to keep your voice down. We’re not the only ones here.”

  As if on cue, they heard stomping on the ground as other panther shifters surrounded them. Their paws made muted footsteps as they approached. Laura could see flashes of bright yellow and green that she assumed to be their eyes.

  She stepped closer to Arturo and he put his arm protectively around her. Without realizing it, she’d already forgiven him for lying to her. He tugged her closer to him and addressed the group of panthers. It surprised him that they were all together in that area. They dug they claws into the earth, kneading the dirt like dough.

  “Listen to me. This woman isn’t any of your concern. I command you all to leave, come back from where you came from. It’s not worth it.”

  One of the younger panthers hissed at him, approaching closer than Arturo would have liked. Though he was in human form, he was still able to emit a low growl that came from the very core of his stomach. The young panther quickly stepped back.

  “Give us the girl,” one of the older men growled. His name was Jess and he was married to a woman named Cana. They were a legendary couple, known for hunting down anacondas.

  In fact, they were the only couple that hunted together. The other panthers preferred to remain separate from each other. It was just the way things worked; they enjoyed hunting alone.

  Arturo always thought it was because they were selfish. When he was younger, and incapable of hunting on his own, he was nervous and often asked his friends and family to hunt with him. They abandoned him often, trying to teach him a lesson. His father told him it was better to be on his own. This resulted in many lonely nights in the h
eart of the jungle, struggling to find something to eat. He often slept near the canopies, preferring to look up at the sky. That was how he learned the constellations and different types of cloud formations.

  When at last his family wanted to spend with him, he rejected them. Leaving for Rio de Janeiro, he decided never to be close with anyone again. Laura was changing things. If he were a different man, and this were a different time, he surely would have left her to die. He’d have been indifferent, not caring whether or not she was devoured. Perhaps he would have devoured her himself, had he not already eaten. This went against every rule in his book— to leave her to die, to let her live. Arturo lived in a world where everything had two parts and he could never figure out which side to choose.

  “I will not hesitate to fight all of you right here right now. Or have you all but forgotten I come from the Emerald family?”

  The other panthers hissed and growled low, but they finally dispersed. Arturo stuck around for a few more minutes just to make sure they were completely safe. He wanted to escort Laura out after they’d disappeared.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as they walked through the trees.

  “I’m fine, I think.” She still felt a bit shaky.

  At least now she could confirm that it wasn’t all in her head. Now she had bona-fide proof that the race of panther shifters existed. But they were bloodthirsty and vicious. How would she ever get revenge for her family? It was time to talk to Arturo about what had happened.

  “My grandfather was killed by panther shifters. In fact, he was killed by one of his own kind. We never knew for sure who it was, but it was someone close to him.”

  “Your grandfather traveled in a pack? What was that like?”

  “Incredibly difficult. From what I’ve heard, panther shifters are prone to agitation and prefer to be loners. It makes sense; they’re completely unlike lions in that sense. He thought he knew the people he worked with. We were all wrong.”