Page 44 of Seneca
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Sunny saw Dario swing a blade down into Seneca’s side and she screamed his name as fear swamped her.Seneca struggled to get up as Dario pulled the knife from his side.
The world blurred.
She screamed “No!”from the depths of her soul, the word morphing into a roar of rage as her tigress surged forward, feral and desperate.Her bones ached sharply and her body tingled.
And then she was gone.
No…not gone.Different.Changed.
Claws sprouted from her fingers.Her vision sharpened.
Her body had morphed from human to tiger, her fur bristling as she bared her fangs for the first time.
She didn’t stop to marvel at how amazing it was that she’d actually shifted.She slammed into the nearest enforcer and sent him flying, and then she lunged at another, raking claws across his chest with a howling snarl that echoed through the park.
Seneca was bleeding!Too much.Too much blood, too much copper in the air as he struggled to get up.
Dario pulled the blade from Seneca’s body and lifted it again with a cruel smirk.
With a roar born of something feral and deeply protective, she leaped over the fighting males between her and Seneca and straight toward Dario.
He turned, eyes wide in surprise.
She knocked him to the ground, the blade clattering to the asphalt.
He screamed and tried to knock her off, bucking his body and slamming his fists into her skull.She locked her jaws around his throat.
He thrashed.Shouted.Growled.
But she didn’t let go.
Her instincts screamed at her to protect Seneca at all costs.
To ensure it ended right now.
And she did.
With a hard shake of her head, a loud snap echoed in the air and Dario went limp.
Blood roared in her ears and an odd silence followed.
“Sunny?It’s over,” Marcus said, his shadow falling over her.She lifted her gaze to him.He was battered and bruised.How many park shifters had come to fight with them?Hopefully, all the jaguars were dead.
“Dario’s dead,” Marcus said.“You can let go.Go to Seneca, he needs you.”
She released her hold and shook herself out.Staring for a moment at the dead male, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed.Her body was buzzing with adrenaline as she hurried to Seneca.
She wanted to turn back to human but she didn’t know how.
So she purred and nudged him.
“Hey, let’s get him on a dolly,” a female with graying-blond hair said.“I’m Doc Paula.You’re Seneca’s mate?He’s going to be okay; we’re going to move him to the paddock and wake him up so he can shift.Can you shift?”
She shook her head with a yowl.
“It’s her first time,” Marcus called from where he was speaking to one of the jaguars who was injured but talking.