The Shifter’s Nanny

by T. S. Ryder

  The Panther inside of him roared. He surged forward, leaping at the man once more. Percy's fists rose, but his eyes widened and he backtracked as Devon shifted smoothly into his Panther form. His scrubs burst off his body, his sleek black fur glistening in the sun. Percy tried to run, but Devon was on him in an instant. One huge paw shot out and swept the man off his feet.

  Rose screamed, and Devon backed away from her fallen ex-boyfriend. He would have liked to continue the attack. Bruise him up a little, scaring him but not doing any permanent damage. But right now Rose and Jamie were his priority. He needed to make sure they weren't frightened.

  He shifted back and glared down at Percy. "Get off my property this instant or I'll have you arrested for trespassing and assault."

  Percy glared at him for another few minutes but scrambled to his feet. He didn't bother brushing off his clothes before he ran to the blue car parked on the side of the street. Devon glowered at him until he was out of sight. Then he turned back to Rose, who stood in the doorway, absently patting Jamie's back as the baby screamed. Her eyes were wide.

  "Let's go inside," Devon said. He reached towards her and was relieved when she didn't flinch back.

  What had he been thinking, attacking somebody like that? Yes, Percy deserved it, but how must Rose be feeling now? Not only did an ex-boyfriend she was clearly terrified of show up, but then Devon became violent towards him in front of her. It was inexcusable to frighten her that way. He should have just kept his temper and called the cops. Let them deal with the situation.

  "I should dress," he muttered as he closed the door. He quickly ran up the stairs to get some new clothing to replace what he had ruined and came back down.

  Rose had Jamie on the floor, changing her diaper. Jamie was still screaming, her face red, fists flailing. The sight made him wince. It wasn't just Rose he had frightened with his antics, but his daughter as well. He cleared his throat, trying to think of what he could say to make this better.

  "Does she need a bottle?"

  Rose looked up at him. She nodded, and then buckled over herself. She hid her face in her hands and started sobbing. Devon stared, rooted to the spot. What was he meant to do? Rose rocked back and forth, her whole body shaking with sobs, and Jamie was still crying where she was.

  Bottle, he thought, turning automatically to prepare one.

  By the time it was done, Rose had wrapped Jamie back up and settled on the couch, holding her close as they both cried. Devon sat beside them, shifting Rose into his lap before he thought if it was a good idea. But she relaxed against him and took the bottle to feed Jamie. Soon both of them had quieted, though Rose still shivered.

  "You're probably wondering what all that was about," Rose mumbled, her eyes downcast.

  He was wondering, but didn't say anything. If she wanted to tell him, she would.

  "Percy wasn't ever violent towards me. I want you to know that."

  Devon pressed his head against hers, stroking her arms as she fed Jamie. "You don't have to tell me anything, Rose. But if you want to talk about it, I'm here."

  She relaxed against him, and Devon felt a glow start swelling in his chest. It traveled throughout his body, warming him thoroughly. He wished he could give Rose this sense of warmth, of belonging.

  He frowned as he stared at the now-closed door. It didn't matter if Percy was never violent towards Rose, it was clear he had done something terrible to her. And if the man would track her down to her place of work, to actually enter the house and take on a shifter…

  Would the police have even helped in this matter? Or would they take one look at him, a shifter, and say that the other guy was the one in need of help? Devon had never had much to do with cops, other than being pulled over for stupid things, but he knew shifters with horror stories.

  "Can I stay here, with you?" Rose asked. "I don't want to go back to my apartment when he's in town."

  "Of course. Whatever you need."

  But if Percy had come here once before, what was to stop him from coming again?

  Devon couldn't be with her all the time–he needed to get back to work, with his extra expenses now he couldn’t afford to lose the job. Maybe they could rent a place in another part of town. Or maybe a hotel.

  "Maybe you should come to work with me," Devon suggested.

  Rose shook her head. "I'll be fine. Like I said, Percy was never violent towards me. I just… I'll spend the day at the library or places like that until he leaves. He'll get bored of me. He always does."

  Devon frowned at her words, but now wasn't the time to question her. Still, he didn't like the idea at all. If he knew more shifters in town, he could get them to come help out. But he had always been a loner. So the best thing to do now would be contacting the police. Which he would do, as soon as Rose felt better. For right now, he needed to be here with her, for her.

  But Percy was not going to get away with this.

  Chapter Five – Rose

  Rose glanced over her shoulder as she put Jamie's car seat into the shopping cart. It had been three months since Percy had shown up again, and she had seen him nearly every day since then. Just the thought that he had followed her out here made her sick to the stomach. He may never have physically hurt her, but the wounds he left were far, far deeper. She was just learning to trust herself again...

  But she hadn't seen him in a few days now. Maybe he had gotten bored with her and left. Maybe he decided that Devon was too scary to confront. Maybe…

  "Rose."

  She jumped, whirling around. Percy stood just inside the grocery store doors, a bouquet of roses in his hands and an exaggeratedly sad look on his face. There was a time when that look would have made her melt. Not anymore.

  "Leave me alone."

  "Rose, come on. That big shifter isn't around, you don't have to be afraid to talk to me. Let's talk. You never let me explain my side of things before you broke up with me."

  Rose shook her head. She pulled Jamie's car seat from the cart, determined to just go back to the minivan. It was a sunny day and there were plenty of people around. Percy wouldn’t try anything… would he? He followed her across the parking lot, still holding the flowers.

  "Don't be like this. I love you, but this temper of yours—"

  "No." Rose turned on him, her eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. "There is no but. Either you love me, all of me, or you don't. No, you love me but I need to lose weight. You love me but my friends drive you crazy and you don’t want me seeing them anymore. You love me but a man has needs and since I wasn't putting out, you needed to find it somewhere else."

  Percy pursed his lips. "Look, I made a mistake. But we all make mistakes, why am I getting nailed to the cross for it? You broke up with me—"

  "Again no." Rose opened the van door and put Jamie in, making sure she was secure. "I am not going to let you gaslight me anymore. No more convincing me that what I saw and what I heard wasn't real. No more telling me that my feels are wrong. I'm not the weak, vulnerable girl you got your claws into, Percy. You broke up with me, and I'm going to be honest here. It was the best thing you could have done for me. And I am not returning to your cage."

  She opened the driver's door and Percy jumped forward. He whirled her around and slammed her into the side of the van, crushing the roses between them. The thorny stems pricked through her shirt into her breast. Her heart jumped to her throat.

  "You're a real bitch, you know that?" Percy hissed under his breath. "If you'd just give me a chance… but no. You think you're cool, dating a shifter? I never figured you'd be into bestiality. Does he take his beast's form when he mounts you?"

  "Let go of me," Rose hissed. "Right now!"

  Percy laughed and moved even closer. "If you had any thorns of your own, you wouldn't be here. You wanted me, Rose. You wanted everything I gave you. You know it's true, or you would have called the police by now. But this sick game of yours has to end. Who knows when the players will snap?"

  Rose didn't reply. She
brought her knee up hard between his legs and shoved him away when he grunted in pain. As he fell to the ground, groaning, she scrambled into the van and locked the doors. But then she hesitated. What if she had really hurt Percy? Or worse–what if she ran over him as she was leaving?

  The last thing she wanted was to give him ammunition against her in the courts. The police didn't take her and Devon seriously when they provided the evidence of Percy's stalking. The restraining order they'd looked into getting was denied without even a hearing.

  Because apparently Percy was just a lovesick gentleman that needed to be treated gently, and she was the heartless bitch that broke his heart.

  As Percy got to his feet, cursing, Rose threw the van into gear and pulled away. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might vomit or have a heart attack. As she got onto the street, she glanced into her rearview mirror to find Percy scrambling into his car. He followed after her.

  "No," she whispered, tension closing up her throat.

  She hit the Bluetooth, connecting quickly. As she headed for the vet clinic, Percy followed. But she was already calling Devon, and he answered on the third ring. As soon as she heard his voice, a rush of relief washed over Rose. Her hands stopped trembling, and she was focusing more fully on the road. Percy could follow her all he wanted, but he wasn't going to hurt her or Jamie.

  "Rose?" Devon said. "Are you okay?"

  "Percy ambushed me at the grocery store. He's following me now. I'm coming to the clinic."

  A low growl answered her. "Are you okay?"

  She shivered, remembering the fury in Percy's eyes as he slammed her against the van. She would tell Devon about it, just not right away. If he knew about it, he might attack as soon as they got there. Especially since Jamie was also there.

  "I'm fine, and so is Jamie. I just know he'll leave me alone if you're with me."

  "I'm not hanging up until you're here."

  Rose smiled gratefully. He was always there for her when she needed him. The first person who ever was. "I'll be there soon."

  When she got to the clinic, Devon was waiting outside. He ran to her as soon as she pulled into the parking lot, and glared at the little blue car that slowed down to coast past them. Rose deliberately did not look at the expression on his face, or turn to look at Percy as she pulled Jamie out of her car seat. The baby snuggled against her and smiled. She felt herself relaxing further.

  "What happened?" Devon asked.

  "I don't want to tell you until after Percy's gone," Rose said, watching as the blue car disappeared around a corner.

  "He's gone now."

  Rose chewed on the inside of her cheek, glancing up at Devon's face for the first time. She expected anger, lots of it, and was surprised when she saw worry more than anything else. He stroked her cheek, moving a little closer. Rose's heart kicked up another notch as the smell of soap washed over her. He always smelled like this… Clean. It was comforting.

  "He's getting more aggressive," she admitted. "He grabbed me and pressed me against the van door. I don't want you doing anything about it, but—"

  Devon's arm suddenly went around her waist. She squeaked in surprise as he bent his mouth to her. Her eyes shot wide in surprise. Devon snaked an arm under Jamie, helping her support the baby while she giggled. Rose found herself pushing to her toes, her eyes fluttering shut as she was drawn deeper into the kiss. When his tongue flicked across her lower lip, she opened her mouth with a moan, eager to give him access.

  There was the sound of screeching tires, and Devon pulled away from her. She swayed, a little unbalanced, but his arm remained around her waist and kept her upright. Heat flooded her cheeks and she shook her head, flustered and confused.

  "Wh-what was that about?" she asked, adjusting Jamie as her heart continued to race.

  "I saw Percy coming around the corner again and I wanted to give him something to make him leave." Devon glared past her shoulder. Towards Percy's taillights, no doubt.

  Rose stared at him blankly. "You kissed me to get rid of him."

  "It was either that, or rip him out of his car and punch his stupid face in half," Devon growled. He finally looked down at her, and his frown deepened. "What are you looking at me like that for? You're the one that kissed me when he first showed up."

  She stepped away from him, her own eyes narrowing at his tone. "Yeah, I guess I did. But that was to make Percy think we were dating. I thought it would make him leave me alone and it didn't work. But here, kissing me when he's driving around… he was just waiting for me to leave. I don't understand how you thought it would help."

  "I thought it would help me not go after him." Devon started to say something else and Rose's heart jumped, but he shook his head and turned away. her heart fell again. "I have to get back to work. You can bring Jamie in and stay in my office until I'm off."

  If she was honest with herself, the only thing she wanted to do less than that was to go home and potentially face Percy there. So she silently picked up the diaper bag, following him inside. She silently stewed as she followed the familiar path to his office.

  It was only when she was alone, sitting at his desk while she absently bounced Jamie that she realized what it was that she was really angry at. And it wasn't because Devon had kissed her.

  She was angry because of her reaction. Because she accepted it without question. Because when he revealed the truth of why he'd done it, her heart had plummeted. Because she was falling in love with him… and if she did that, she didn't know what would happen next.

  Chapter Six – Devon

  Devon waited outside, eyes narrowed as Percy's little blue car pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Shortly after Rose had arrived at the clinic, the stalker had phoned him and asked to meet and talk. It was an opportunity to get him off their backs, and so Devon agreed, though he only told Rose that he was going to get the groceries they needed before they both headed home.

  "I'm glad you decided to meet with me," Percy said when he got nearer, though his clenched hands and look of disgust plainly spoke to his feelings on being so close to a shifter.

  "You said you wanted to talk. I'll hear what you have to say about the matter, and then you will listen to me," Devon said.

  Percy scowled but nodded. "Rose isn't well."

  Devon rolled his eyes. "And how do you figure that?"

  "She has a history of mental illness. She hides it very well, but she has these… episodes. She would never harm your daughter on purpose, but sometimes she just doesn't know what she's doing. Did she ever tell you why she… left?"

  "You're emotionally manipulative, abusive and you cheated on her." Devon heard the growl in his own voice. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. Or maybe he should have lead off by grabbing the man by the collar and shaking him until his teeth rattled.

  Percy shook his head. "We had a little boy, but she had such bad postpartum depression… I wasn't home when he choked on a piece of Lego he got his hands on. But when I came home, she was holding him sobbing, and he was gone… she convinced herself that the therapist I wanted her to see was my lover. None of what she's told you is true."

  "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

  "Look, I know Rose can be very persuasive. I fell for the lies she told me when we first—"

  "I'd have an easier time believing you if you weren't stalking her." Devon loomed over him, eyes narrowing. The human backed up a step, his already-pale tones whitening. "I don't care what you say. Your actions speak far louder, and they say you are an obsessed, crazy man who doesn't care one whit about Rose. If you cared, then you would respect that fact that she wants nothing to do with you. I suggest you leave town before things escalate."

  Percy backed up another step. The earnest expression on his face disappeared into one of fury. It really didn't surprise Devon, considering everything he knew about this manipulative man. If he was in his Panther form right now, his teeth would be bared and his tail would flick from side to side, ears flatten
ing against his head. He could feel the claws pressing against his fingertips, wanting to spring loose.

  "Are you threatening me, shifter?"

  Devon crowded into the smaller man's personal space again. "Threatening you? No. This is just a friendly warning to cut your losses and run. Because I won't threaten you, Percy. Shifters are highly instinctual, and we will do everything to protect our mates. When I act, there will be no warning."

  "My god," Percy whispered. "Here I thought that you had done something to her, taken advantage of her illness… but it's the other way around, isn't it? She's convinced you that she's your mate. She's got her claws dug deep into you, hasn't she?"

  "I won't tell you to leave again," Devon said. His Panther was becoming more and more agitated, and it was all he could do not to attack the man on the spot. "I won't allow you to hurt her again."

  Percy clamped his mouth shut and backed away from the huge shifter once again. Satisfied that he had made his point, Devon turned his back on the human and started walking towards the store. He still needed to pick up groceries, after all. He hadn't gone very far when Percy spoke again.

  "Fine, see if I care! The bitch gets what she deserves. She's just a fat cow anyway… she ought to go well with a filthy beast like you."

  He's trying to provoke me. Knowing what the human was doing didn't make it any easier to ignore him. The growl in his chest escaped, despite fighting to keep it in. He stopped in his tracks, hands curling into fists.

  "By the way, you have a very cute daughter," Percy said, drawing nearer once more. "It'd be a shame if something happened… you know toys these days. They are always malfunctioning. Last week I heard of a toy starting a fire in a baby's bed. House was completely unharmed but the baby was roasted—"

  With a roar, Devon whirled on his heel. Blood already on the brink of boiling from his derogatory comments, this thinly veiled threat towards Jamie was too much. A fist flew before Devon knew what he was doing; Percy tried to duck but was too slow. Devon's knuckles collided firmly with his temple.