Pablo made sure his finger was obviously off the trigger. “I’ve been in this game a long time, Shifter. There’s always someone out there with a vendetta. I don’t let it worry me.”
“Son,” Sean said, in an almost kind voice. “You wouldn’t have time to let it worry you.”
Pablo was not blind to the fact that these guys were serious. Somehow, they’d gotten past his guards. He had no doubt that if he killed them, three more Shifters would visit him in the night. Collars or no Collars, laws or no laws, they knew their stuff.
He took his hand all the way off the gun and pushed the pistol aside, leaving it close enough to grab if he needed to, but showing that he’d be happy to settle this without violence. Which he was. Julio had been stupid, and even Pablo hadn’t realized that the bitch had the entire Austin Shiftertown backing her up. Julio so needed to learn to do his research first.
Pablo had been researching Elizabeth Chapman ever since Julio had gotten himself arrested for trying to rob her. He’d run into difficulty trying to discover specifics about her past, but he’d find out. He was very close.
“I don’t have time for a war,” Pablo said in a reasonable tone. “And I’m thinking neither do you. My brother is an idiot, but I have some good lawyers, and maybe I can get him out of this. But it will be bad for my business if your friends insist on testifying.”
“Your business really isn’t our concern,” Sean said. “Don’t you sell drugs and hurt people? Not a business we want in our town.”
Pablo’s business was a little more sophisticated than that, but he wasn’t going to argue the point.
“How about this?” he asked. “Your friend gets a little forgetful in the witness box, my lawyers help my brother, and we call it quits? Your friend stays in her business in SoCo, I stay in mine here, and we never see each other again.”
The Shifters said nothing. They didn’t look at one another, but Pablo got the feeling they were discussing it amongst themselves, with that nonverbal communication animals were supposed to have.
The one called Dylan was the first to speak. “We want you out of our town, Pablo Marquez. And you’ll go.”
He looked straight into Pablo’s eyes. Pablo, having grown up in the back streets of almost every city in the south, had learned to meet his opponent’s challenging stare and then look away casually, almost derisively, as though he wasn’t concerned about winning the staring contest.
But he couldn’t look away from Dylan. Pablo wanted to, but Dylan’s blue-white stare would not let him go. He saw, behind Dylan, Sean relaxed, unworried. They had no doubt that Pablo would obey Dylan—if not now, then eventually.
“Why don’t you go on out of here?” Pablo said, pretending nonchalance. “I’ll make sure my boys don’t get trigger happy so you make it to your car. But I can’t guarantee it, so watch yourselves.”
The Shifters didn’t like being dismissed. Well, too bad. Pablo wasn’t going to wet himself for them. He had his own plans. The next time they met, he wouldn’t be caught so unprepared.
They faded away. Pablo wasn’t sure how they did it, but one minute the three Shifters were in the shadows of his office; the next, they were gone.
He snapped an order to the man who was supposed to guard the door and got no response. Gun in hand, Pablo made his way to the front door and peered outside. The darkening street showed no one, not his guards, not retreating Shifters, not the mechanics who ostensibly worked in his body shop. All was silence, but for the few bits of trash that drifted across the pavement on a hot Texas wind.
CHAPTER 11
The bar Liam managed opened for business that night, but none of the Shifters went to work. Ronan explained that the human government had ruled that Shifters did not have to work on Sundays, a concession to the Shifters’ request that they be able to continue their religious observances after taking the Collars. Ronan related this with a laugh, because, he said, Shifters didn’t have a designated religious day or a set time for prayer. All days were religious to them; any time and place fine for meditation and prayer.
An interesting take on the matter, Elizabeth thought.
Apparently Shifters used the day off to build bonfires in the common land between the backs of their houses, cook out, and let the kids run around in both human and animal form.
Sean Morrissey, minus sword and in a plain T-shirt, was grilling alongside his brother Liam, the two of them arguing about how best to cook the steaks. Ellison and the trackers lounged nearby, beers in hand, though Spike with his black eye wasn’t getting too close to Liam.
Cherie and Mabel were laughing together in the age-old manner of twenty-something girls aware that men eyed them, but not deigning to notice. Olaf romped around in his bear cub form with wolf cubs and wildcat cubs.
The tall, blonde Glory sat on her porch, long legs crossed, in a tight, leopard-print pantsuit, not far from Dylan, who quietly drank beer from a dark bottle. With them were Kim and little Katriona and the pregnant Andrea.
Elizabeth eyed them a little shyly. They were all so comfortable with each other, including Kim, who was human, an outsider. Mabel carried on as though she’d lived here all her life, but then, that was Mabel. Elizabeth had always been the cautious one.
Ronan moved close to her. “I know.”
Elizabeth looked up in surprise. “Know what?”
He motioned to the scene around them. “It’s overwhelming. You don’t know who to get close to, who to talk to. You want to be accepted, but it’s a little scary with all those eyes looking at you. You don’t want to say the wrong thing to the wrong person.”
“Exactly. Are you reading my mind or something?”
“Your body language.” Ronan’s warm hand rested on the small of her back. “And it’s how I felt when I first moved in.”
“You?” Elizabeth studied the towering man, with his round, tight shoulders in his T-shirt. “You were shy?”
“I’d lived by myself in the Alaskan woods all my life. Most of my life, anyway. Then I was shoved into a Shiftertown with all these wolves and wildcats who stared at me all the time. I’m a big guy, and that makes it worse.”
“You stand out.” Elizabeth snaked her arm around his waist. “Hard to miss.”
“You got that right.”
“And then you adopted a bunch of cubs.” She shook her head in mock dismay as they strolled away from Glory’s house. “What were you thinking?”
“I ask myself that sometimes.”
Elizabeth hooked her fingers through his belt loop, liking how the loop seemed to be made for her fingers. “So where do you go when you want to be alone? Really alone?”
“Around here? It’s tough. I’ve got the Den, but that’s always being invaded. But there are some caves out west of town, down on the riverbank. Not many people know about them. I go out there, sometimes. Not the same as the deep woods, but it can be peaceful.”
“Sounds nice,” Elizabeth said wistfully. “I never have time to go to places like that.”
“I’ll take you. You’ll make time.”
“Then you won’t be by yourself. I thought that was the point.”
They’d cleared the crowd and were now relatively isolated under tall Texas oak trees. Ronan stopped. “I won’t mind being alone there with you.”
Elizabeth let go of his belt loop and turned to face him. It felt right to put her hands on his waist, to feel the warmth of his big body through her fingertips.
Ronan’s eyes went dark. “I’m going to kiss you, Elizabeth,” he said, a growl in his voice. “I’ve been dying to kiss you all day.”
“Yeah? What stopped you?”
“Human gang leaders and too many nosy Shifters.”
“There aren’t any around right now.” Trees screened them from the Shifter gathering and the bonfires’ glows.
For answer, Ronan leaned to her, his breath touching her mouth, his lips following. He kissed her softly, as though afraid he’d break her, all the while holding her with hands so strong.
Ronan’s smile warmed his eyes as he slid his arm behind her buttocks and lifted her off her feet.
He held her securely in powerful arms, his chest like a wall. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his back. Much, much better.
They were face to face. Ronan brushed his lips to the corner of her mouth, then licked there. “I’m not used to kissing humans,” he said. “Hell, I don’t kiss many Shifters. I don’t want to hurt you,” he finished, brow furrowing.
She nuzzled his cheek, liking the roughness of his whiskers. She kissed his nose where it had been broken. “I’m pretty resilient.”
He lost his smile. “No, you’re not. You’re so vulnerable. Elizabeth, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not killing that idiot with the gun and then taking you back to Alaska with me. It’s beautiful there. I had a cabin in the woods, right next to this stream that roars all the time—even in the winter you can hear it gurgling under the ice. It’s an amazing place. You’d love it.”
“But they forced you out, didn’t they?” Elizabeth asked softly. “That’s why you’re here.”
“I got rounded up when Shifters were outed twenty years ago. A couple of people knew there was a Shifter living back in the woods, and one told the police.” He sighed. “I’d counted them as friends, but one sniff of a reward for Shifters . . .”
“I’m so sorry.” Elizabeth’s fury rose for whoever had betrayed him. She remembered the witch hunts for Shifters twenty years ago, though she’d been only a kid at the time, with too many problems of her own to pay much attention. When humans had realized that shapeshifters were real and living among them, they’d reacted with paranoia. Instead of trying to understand the Shifters, they’d rounded them up, killed some, done experiments on others, confined them, slapped Collars on them to control their violence, and heavily restricted them. Only because of the actions of some equal rights groups were Shifters allowed to live at all.
How anyone could have handed over this wonderful, warmhearted man to be locked away, far from his home, Elizabeth didn’t understand. Ronan craved solitude but gladly gave it up to help those in need, with no other incentive than he felt bad for them. She’d learned, the hard way, the difference between people who practiced charity to look good and the people who were truly caring.
“I told you, Ronan,” she said. “You’re one of the good ones.”
“Aw. Bet you say that to all the bears.”
“Just the big wrestler ones I want to kiss.”
“Shut up and kiss me, then.”
Ronan held her in arms that never moved as their mouths met, touched, explored. Elizabeth’s body heated, and her limbs relaxed with longing.
She wanted to be alone with him, and she wanted to make love to him.
The thought stunned her. Elizabeth broke the kiss, her face an inch from his, their breaths tangling. But then, maybe it wasn’t so astonishing. She wanted to be alone with him, so see his body bare for her, to feel his weight on her as he made love to her. Ronan made a noise like a growl, his eyes holding a hunger that matched her own.
They heard the kids playing, Olaf’s small roar as he ran with the other cubs, Rebecca admonishing, “Stay close to the porch, Olaf.”
Ronan touched his forehead to hers. “No one will be at the house,” he said.
Elizabeth nodded, her need for him overwhelming. Ronan unlocked her legs from around him and slid her to her feet. She felt the hardness of him on the way down, and her eyes widened. Ronan was a big guy, and she’d heard rumors about Shifters. Knowing she’d soon see whether they were true made her shiver in excitement.
They walked away from the crowd, hand in hand, Elizabeth’s heart beating in time with their swift pace. She liked this, the two of them wanting the same thing, united in their unspoken longing. They needed privacy for it, but they also knew that they could return to friends and family anytime they liked.
Ronan’s house was dark, but he didn’t take Elizabeth inside. Instead, he led her down the side path to the Den.
When he turned on the light, Elizabeth saw that this was a decidedly masculine hangout. The big room contained a television, kitchenette with a big refrigerator—probably well-stocked with beer—shelves stacked with games, a couple of card tables, and a gigantic bed covered with an equally gigantic quilt.
Ronan swept up Elizabeth and carried her, romance-style, to the bed. He followed her down to the mattress and lay on his side next to her, eyes dark. He ran his hand down her arm, ending by cradling her hip.
“I thought it was the mate-claim making me crazy,” he said. “Starting the mating frenzy. But it’s just you.” He released her hip and trailed his fingers up her torso, between her breasts. “You’re amazing. And I want to see that tattoo.”
He hooked his fingers on the neckline of her shirt, pulling it down a little to bare the butterfly that ran along her collarbone. Elizabeth stilled under Ronan’s touch, loving the warm need that filled her, a kind she’d never felt before. She wanted to wrap herself around him and pull him down to her, kiss him until her cravings were fulfilled. But she remained motionless, marveling in the light brush of his fingertips on her skin.
Ronan traced the butterfly once with his fingers, then leaned down and traced it with his tongue. Elizabeth closed her eyes, body loosening, surrendering.
A crazed roar had her nearly flying up out of the bed, her tension returning in a rush. Ronan swung his legs around and came to his feet faster than Elizabeth would have guessed such a big man could move.
The roar came again. Loud, deep, animal. Ronan tore open the door and ran into the yard, peeling off his T-shirt as he went. His jeans followed, boots flying. Elizabeth experienced one glorious instant seeing him tall and naked in the moonlight, before his limbs distorted, and the space between house and Den filled with Kodiak bear.
Ronan ran for the second bear who stood on his hind legs in the yard. The bear was snarling, all teeth bared, and as Ronan went at him, the other bear came down and charged.
The black bear was much smaller than the Kodiak, but the black bear didn’t care. Its Collar emitted dozens of sparks, which made it roar in pain, but the bear kept running for Ronan, its eyes red, foam dripping from its mouth.
Elizabeth watched, holding her breath, as Ronan ran straight into the black bear, tumbling to the ground with it. Dust exploded as both bears rolled over each other, the black bear snarling with insane intensity.
Ronan’s bear fought in deadly silence. The other bear clawed at him mindlessly, roars ringing into the night. Its Collar kept sparking, white hot in the darkness, but Ronan’s Collar remained, like him, quiet.
The fight drew attention. A big gray wolf bounded around the house and headed for Elizabeth. The wolf was huge, at least twice the size of an ordinary wolf, and its eyes were white, fur ice-gray in the moonlight. Elizabeth drew back, ready to run for the Den, and then the wolf’s limbs rippled and changed. In a few brief moments, she stood face to face with Ellison Rowe, who now wore not a stitch.
“You okay?” Ellison asked, breathing hard.
“Sure.” Elizabeth turned to the bears again. Blood showed on Ronan’s coat as he struggled to get the other bear under control.
“That’s Scott,” Ellison said. “The Transition’s rough.”
The black bear managed to squirm away from the big Kodiak and loped for Elizabeth.
“Shit,” Ellison said. His shifting process went in reverse, and the wolf returned, positioning himself in front of Elizabeth and snarling a warning.
Ronan was almost upon the black bear. As Ronan leapt for him, the black bear sidestepped, rolled, shifted in the middle of the roll, and came to his feet as Scott. Naked, muscles rippling, he was long and lean, body honed, but the look in his eyes as he ran at Elizabeth was raw and furious.
Ellison snarled a g
uttural snarl, all his wolf teeth bared, ears flat on his head. Ronan, behind Scott, shifted to his human self.
Scott kept coming. Ronan closed the distance between himself and the younger man, put his wrestler’s arms all the way around Scott, and lifted him off his feet.
Scott fought him. He ripped at Ronan’s hold, his Collar sparking like crazy. He butted his head back against Ronan, and blood dripped from Ronan’s mouth. Scott’s Collar crackled as loud as Ellison’s growls, and then Scott screamed.
It was a horrible sound. The scream went on and on, spilling out Scott’s anguish and pain, frustration and rage. Ronan held him fast, and Scott kept fighting. Ellison stayed in front of Elizabeth, his growls lessening but his teeth still bared.
Scott’s struggles slowed, though his Collar remained a white band around his neck in the dark. As he weakened, Ronan pulled him into his big arms.
“Let it go,” Ronan said. “Calm and quiet. Deep breaths, like I taught you.”
Scott was sobbing now. The Collar’s glow faded, gradually, as Scott continued to cry. Ronan held him close, pressing a kiss to Scott’s unruly black hair.
“Is he all right?” Elizabeth started forward, but Ellison, still the wolf, got in her way.
“Stay over there, Lizzie-girl,” Ronan said. “He’ll be okay.”
Scott didn’t look okay. He hung in Ronan’s arms, weak, his Collar still emitting sparks.
Ellison rose again to become Ellison. He put his hands on his trim hips. “Poor kid. When I went through the Transition, my grandmother would throw a bucket of ice water over me to calm me down. And I didn’t have to worry about the Collar back then—this was before Collars were invented.”
Across the yard, Ronan spoke to Scott in a low voice, and Scott nodded, head buried in Ronan’s shoulder.
“Why did he try to attack Ronan?” Elizabeth asked.
Ellison’s eyes glinted. In the moonlight, stark naked, his eyes still as gray as his wolf’s, he looked far more animal than human. “He wasn’t trying for Ronan, sweet thing. He was going for you, and Ronan was stopping him. I bet he smelled some pheromones running hot in the Den, and they ignited his hair-trigger mating frenzy.” Ellison grinned, and Elizabeth swore his teeth were still pointed. “So what were you and Ronan getting up to in there? Hunh, Lizzie-girl?”
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