Talon/Xavier

PROLOGUE

LOUISIANA

1988

The house hidden in the tangled undergrowth just south of Bossier City was one stiff breeze away from total collapse.

Built from logs that had warped in the humid Louisiana weather, the cabin had a thin sheet of rusted tin and the windows were framed by rotting shutters. Even worse, the front porch had sagged at one end, giving it the appearance of a cheap funhouse.

Not the first place any man would select for his wife to give birth to his twin daughters.

But what choice did Chayton have?

With a muttered curse, he paced through the thick grass that left a damp film of dew on his knee-high moccasins. With the blood of the Chitimacha tribe flowing through his veins, Chayton felt most comfortable in soft leather pants and a vest that had been beaded by his mother. His glossy, dark hair was worn in a braid that fell to his waist, and his lean face was dominated by a prominent nose and eyes so dark they looked black. His bow was loosely held in one hand, with a quiver of arrows strapped to his back.

He was always on guard.

Ever since the vision had forced him to go on the run with his pregnant wife.

A familiar fear speared through his heart at the memory of that fateful day.

He’d been in the Wildlands at the request of the elders. He was one of the very few humans ever allowed in the remote sanctuary of the mystical Pantera. At first it had been his position as a shaman that had allowed him entry. Like his father before him, he’d had the ability to touch the spirit world.

It was a gift that gave him a much longer life span than most humans and the strange talent to detect the faction of an unborn Pantera baby. They called him when a female was close to delivering her cub to foresee whether it would be a Diplomat or Hunter or Healer. The Pantera began training their young from the cradle. Or at least they’d called him until the Pantera stopped having cubs.

That should have been the end of his connection to the Wildlands, but during one of his visits he’d stumbled across a talent that had only been a distant rumor among shamans until he’d manifested the gift.

He could do more than a catch a hint of the future of a Pantera.

He was an actual seer.

His predictions were often vague and sometimes impossible to interpret, but they were accurate enough that he was summoned to the Wildlands when the elders were debating a decision that would affect their people. Surrounded by the magic of the Wildlands, he would call upon the powers of his ancestors to be blessed with a glimpse of the future that could help lead the Pantera in the right direction.

It was a power he used only when the need was great.

Opening pathways to the ancestors was not only dangerous to him, but could occasionally allow malevolent spirits to escape into the world of men.

A damned shame he hadn’t said no when the elders had called for him again six months ago. But then he’d never seen a vision that was so clear. And certainly never one so intimately connected to himself.

His dark thoughts were thankfully cut short as the midwife stepped onto the porch. A small, dried up prune of a woman, she was known by the locals as JuJu.

“It’s done,” she said in clipped tones, wiping her hands on a bloody apron wrapped around her thin body.

She had the bedside manner of a rattlesnake.

Chayton stepped forward. “My wife?”

“Weak, but she’ll live.”

“And the babes?”

“Both are healthy.” The woman stuck out a hand gnarled by age. “You have my money?”

Chayton reached beneath his vest to pull out the precious money that he’d earned by selling the pelts of animals he hunted. He didn’t dare take a job that would force him to fill out paperwork.

Paperwork could be traced.

He held up the money. “Your word that you won’t speak of this birth,” he growled, his eyes hard with warning. “Not to anyone.”

A cunning expression touched her dark, leathered face. “It will cost you.”

“Fine.” Chayton added another fifty he couldn’t afford. “Your word.”

“You have it.” JuJu snatched the money and poked it into the pocket of her apron. “Do you want to see your children?”

“Yes.”

Chayton took a step forward only to come to a horrified halt when he heard a female voice speak from the nearby trees.

“We all wish to see the children.”

In one fluid motion he had an arrow in his bow and pointed toward the strange mist that flowed forward.

“Stay back,” he snarled, his gut twisting with dread as the mist lightened to reveal three females who moved forward with grim intent.

The elders.

He’d only seen them in their puma forms, but away from the Wildlands the females were forced to take human shape. Still, it was almost impossible to make out anything of their features as they deliberately used their powers to manipulate his mind. Once they left, no one would be able to describe more than slender, female figures and a choking power that made it difficult to breathe.

Fighting through his clouded thoughts, Chayton prepared to attack. The bitches would die before harming his babies.

Preparing to take his shot, Chayton was caught off guard as he was hit from behind. Knocked to the ground by two large men, he felt the bow knocked from his hand. Then, once his arms were painfully pinned behind his back, he was jerked upright.

A glance to the side revealed his worst fear.

Two dark-haired men with eyes that glowed gold in the fading light.

Pantera Hunters.

The elders waited until they were certain he was under the control of the Hunters before turning toward the stunned midwife.

“Take us to the children,” they commanded in unison.

“Yes.” Clearly under the influence of the elders, the midwife turned to walk back into the shack, her eyes unfocused.

The mist shimmered as the elders followed JuJu, making a gesture toward the silent Hunters.

“Bring him.”

With a rough shove, Chayton was forced up the stairs and across the porch. A few more shoves and he was through the barren front room and into the back bedroom.

His breath was ripped from his lungs as he caught sight of his wife lying in the middle of the bed, a threadbare quilt covering her trembling body, and her pale hair damp with sweat. In her arms she clutched two tiny bundles wrapped in the blankets that Chayton had received from his mother as a birthing gift.

Her thin face turned in his direction. The past months hadn’t been kind to Dixie. She’d thought marriage to him would mean a fine house and a position of honor in the small town of La Pierre. Instead she’d been forced to endure a difficult pregnancy living off the land like his ancestors.

Her eyes widened with confusion. “Chayton? What’s going on?”

“Which child was born first?” the elders demanded.

The midwife reached to pluck one of the babes from Dixie’s arms, pulling down the blanket to reveal the small birthmark on the child’s collarbone.

“This one.”

Shock rippled through the room as all eyes locked on the dark mark that marred the milky white skin. Even Chayton felt a twinge of unease.

“Ravens,” the elders breathed.

The Mark of Shakpi.

No. It was just a birthmark. It was human nature to try and see a shape in what was nothing more than a blot.

Using his captors’ distraction to his advantage, Chayton jerked free of their hold and lunged to take the baby from JuJu’s arms.

“No,” he rasped.

Dixie reached to grab the hem of his vest. “What are they doing?”

There was a low hiss from the elders. “The child is fated to destroy our homeland,” they said.

“What?” Dixie’s voice was shrill with fear. “She’s just a baby.”

Chayton clutched the baby to his heart. It was the first time he’d been allowed to cradle the sweet weight in his arms, but he’d loved his daughters from the moment he’d sensed that Dixie had conceived.

There was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice to protect them.

Including the future of the Pantera.

“We don’t know that’s what the vision meant,” he rasped.

“What else can it mean?” the elders demanded, quoting back the words that had fallen from his own lips. “The blood of the Shaman’s firstborn shall carry the taint of Shakpi, releasing her powers upon the lands of the Pantera.”

He shook his head, stepping back. “You called me because your magic is already faltering. How can a newborn child be responsible for that?”

“Who is to say?” He had an impression of seething frustration just below the surface, although the elders continued to block his efforts to see beyond their magic. He was more immune than most humans to the mystic powers, so the fact they were able to keep him from seeing into their faces was annoying the hell out of him. Or maybe it was just a reaction to the fact they wanted to kill his daughter. “Perhaps we have failed in our duties,” the elders continued. “Or perhaps time has weakened the bonds of Shakpi’s prison.”

“You would sacrifice the life of a babe on vague words that could mean anything?” He edged backward, sensing the door was only a few feet behind him. “Or nothing?”

“We must protect the Wildlands.”

“A little late for your concern now, isn’t it?” he charged.

There was a ripple of shock among the Pantera. “What do you mean?” they demanded.

Chayton lifted his chin. He’d had time to think over the past six months. He now realized that the elders had known all along how dangerous it was for him to open a direct doorway to the world of the dead. Which was no doubt why they left the task to the rare humans capable of manipulating the magic instead of trying to find a Pantera to perform the dangerous ceremony.

“You forced me to travel too often to the ancestors in your obsession to control the fate of your people, and allowed something evil to be released,” he accused.

The air heated with the anger of the elders. “It’s true we have discussed the possibility that Shakpi has used your journeys to the spirit world to infect you and now through you, your child.”

Fury raced through Chayton. “Your arrogance created this disaster, and yet you would use an innocent baby to try and cover your asses.”

There was a hiss of disbelief at his accusation before the elders moved toward him. “The sacrifice is demanded. Give us the child.”

“Sacrifice?” Dixie clutched the younger twin in her arms, her face flushed. “Chayton, tell me what is happening.”

The mist shimmered, as if annoyed by Dixie’s interruption. “Sleep,” they muttered.

Instantly Dixie fell into a deep slumber, the babe still tightly held in her arms.

Chayton bit back a curse at the sight of his wife’s ready response to the command of the elders. Then, without warning, he was struck by a sudden, crazy plan.

His magic was limited, but he did have a small trick taught to him by his own father.

As the attention was turned toward the sleeping Dixie, Chayton reached into his pocket for the small flint he always carried. Then, concentrating his thoughts on the chiseled quartz, he felt it grow hot in his hands. Desperate, he poured every ounce of magic he possessed through his fingers and into the flint, waiting until the stone was searing his skin before he tossed it in the direction of the elders with a low word of ancient power.

On cue, the flint exploded into a searing white flame.

The elders cried out in shock while the two Hunters rushed to beat out the very real fire.

Instantly, Chayton was through the door and heading out of the house. He’d leaped off the porch and entered the nearby woods before the Hunters were on his trail.

Under normal circumstances a mere man wouldn’t stand a chance against the lethal Pantera.

Even in their human forms they were stronger, faster, and their senses far more acute.

But Chayton wasn’t just a man. He’d been trained by his father to become one with nature, allowing him to flow through the difficult terrain with a fluid ease. More importantly, he was far more familiar with the area than his trackers.

Choosing a route that would take him through marshy land so he could disguise his footprints as well as hide his scent, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him for a full hour. Only when he was certain the Hunters weren’t about to tackle him from behind did he pause to carefully unwrap the blanket from the child in his arms.

Briefly he was distracted as the babe opened her eyes, regarding him with a solemn gaze that revived his flagging strength.

He was going to do everything in his power to protect his daughter.

With that thought, he pulled a dagger hidden inside the legging of his moccasin. Then, ignoring that trusting little gaze, he made a tiny cut on her foot. The babe let out a startled cry, but thankfully drifted back to sleep as he used the blanket to wipe the few drops of blood. He tossed the blanket into a nearby channel of water before making a much deeper cut into his forearm, swiftly smearing the blood on the mossy bank.

If he had any luck at all, the Hunters would believe he’d been attacked by an alligator or killed by some other predator.

If not…

He gathered the babe in his arms and took off.

If not, then he would keep running until the day he died.

CHAPTER ONE

THE WILDLANDS

2013

Moonlight glazed the lush foliage in silver as Talon crossed the boundary into the Wildlands. He stopped to take a deep breath, the magic in the air bubbling through him like the finest champagne.

Shit, he’d been gone too long.

Four weeks and two days to be exact.

He grimaced. He hadn’t expected Parish’s order to hunt for the traitors to lead him away from the Wildlands. It’d been enough of a shock to accept that there could be Pantera in their sanctuary who were willing to betray their own people. Hell, Parish had denied it even when the evidence was right in front of his face.

But after locking away Vincent and Savoy, and beginning his search for Pantera with the Mark of Shakpi branded on their heel, he’d learned that two Geeks had gone on the run, slipping away without leaving word with their families.

Talon had been in instant pursuit, at last tracking them to a cramped apartment in Baton Rouge.

A grim smile touched Talon’s lean, starkly handsome face. He’d been pissed that he’d been forced to waste a month of his time tracking down the bastards, and even more infuriated that he might miss the upcoming Dyesse Fete—the celebration of the birth of the Pantera, and the most important holiday in the Wildlands.

Since the Elders had begun to notice the stagnant pools of decay at the fringes of their land it’d been feared that the tradition would die away. Just another sign that the Pantera were hovering on the brink of extinction. So it was hardly surprising that they each waited with baited breath each summer for the bloom of the purple water lily that would trumpet the beginning of the festival.

Still, when he’d entered the apartment he’d forgotten all about the endless days pursuing the traitors.

He’d located the mother lode.

Fake IDs, lists of addresses, and several papers written in code that would have to be deciphered. There were also three laptop computers that the tech wizards could use to gain information.

Talon had gathered it all, including the two male Pantera, before heading home.

Now he just wanted to return to his rooms at the communal Hunter house and collapse.

Giving the chains he held in his hands a tug, he moved through the thick undergrowth, not bothering to glance over his shoulder at the men who were leashed by heavy collars laced with malachite.

They’d given in to the inevitable without a fight, barely speaking on the trip back to the bayou.

That was fine with Talon.

If the Pantera didn’t need the information the bastards could provide on why they’d become traitors and who was ultimately responsible for trying to destroy the Wildlands, he’d have happily killed them and left them to rot in Baton Rouge.

To him, loyalty and honor meant everything.

How could you call yourself a Pantera if you weren’t willing to put the welfare of your people ahead of your own, selfish needs?

They’d reached a narrow canal choked with water lilies when Talon came to a sharp halt. His brows, the same shade of dark gold threaded with copper highlights as his hair, snapped together over his eyes that were a pale gold rimmed with jade.

He could sense a large number of Pantera rushing in his direction.

Never a good thing.

Tightening his grip on the chains, Talon was preparing for an attempt to rescue the traitors when a familiar cat the color of rich caramel with glowing gold eyes leaped gracefully over the canal to land directly at his side.

Instantly he relaxed.

Raphael, the leader of the Suits, had been like a father to Talon after the death of his parents in an airplane crash thirty years ago. Despite the fact that they were only distantly related, and Talon’s faction was Hunters, not Diplomats, Raphael had been the one to visit the school where Talon was being trained in his duties. Whether it was to cheer him on during his athletic competitions or to kick his ass when he’d snuck into the nearby town, La Pierre, and left an alligator in the mayor’s bathtub.

Raphael had also been the one to take him to The Cougar’s Den and get him cross-eyed drunk when the cute little female he’d been chasing decided to dump him for another male.

Talon trusted this man above anyone else in the world.

There was a shimmering swirl of color before Raphael shifted into his human form, dressed like Talon in faded jeans and T-shirt.

A tall man with chiseled muscles, Raphael had a golden beauty that had driven females wild. At least until he’d stunned them all by arriving back at the Wildlands with a mate who was already carrying his young.

It was a miracle.

As long as they could keep Ashe and her baby alive.

Which was why Talon had been sent to track down the traitors.

“Welcome home, Talon,” Raphael murmured, his lean face too pale and his golden eyes shadowed with the brutal fear that was threatening to destroy him.

“Why the welcome committee?” Talon demanded.

“We need to speak.” Raphael’s tone was flat. A sure sign his emotions were on the edge of a meltdown. He snapped his fingers and Sebastian appeared at his side. The Suit was a bronze-skinned male with glowing hazel eyes and a chiseled body that proved he didn’t spend much time sitting behind a desk. His tawny hair was threaded with gold and brushed his broad shoulders. “Take the prisoners to the elders.”

Talon tossed the chains toward Sebastian who curled his lips to growl at the cringing prisoners. Next, Talon shoved the backpack that held the computers and file folders into the Suit’s hand.

“These need to go to Xavier,” he said, referring to the brilliant head of the Geeks. If anyone could coax information out of the computers it would be Xavier.

Sebastian gave an unnecessary jerk on the chains, leading the prisoners away just as Raphael nodded his head toward a thick grove of cypress trees.

“This way,” the Suit commanded.

Following in Raphael’s wake, Talon studied the tense set of the older man’s shoulders and the manner in which he turned his head from side to side, as if searching for hidden enemies.

“This speaking doesn’t involve dungeons and chains, does it?” Talon muttered, not entirely joking.

Raphael sent a puzzled glance over his shoulder. “We don’t have dungeons.”

Talon grimaced, shoving his way past the veil of Spanish moss to step into the small clearing in the center of the trees.

“We didn’t when I left, but things are clearly changing,” he pointed out in dry tones.

“Unfortunately,” Raphael agreed, restlessly pacing over the spongy ground.

Talon rolled his weary shoulders, sensing he wasn’t going to see his bed anytime soon. “What did I miss?”

Raphael turned to meet his worried gaze. “You were already on the hunt when Jean-Baptiste returned with the female voodoun.”

Talon nodded. He’d known the male Healer had gone to fetch the human female, but he’d been headed out of the Wildlands before Jean-Baptiste returned.

“Did she help Ashe?”

“I believe so.”

“Thank the goddess,” Talon breathed, relief shuddering through him.

Raphael’s mate carried the future of the Pantera within her fragile womb. The knowledge that they’d allowed their enemies close enough to put her and the babe in danger laid heavily on all of them.

“Don’t give thanks yet,” Raphael warned.

“Why?”

The leader of the Suits scrubbed his hands over his face. Talon wondered when he’d last slept.

Probably not since Ashe had been attacked and infected with some potent toxin.

“I need to start at the beginning,” Raphael growled.

“Here.” Talon pulled out his silver flask filled with Don Julio tequila and tossed it toward his friend. “Tell me.”

Raphael took a drink, grimacing as the expensive tequila slid down his throat. “As I said, Jean-Baptiste brought Isi to the Wildlands.” Another grimace. “Much against her will.”

Talon arched a brow. “She’s prejudiced against the Pantera?”

“No. For some reason the Wildlands make her ill.”

The Wildlands making someone ill? That was weird.

“I’ve never heard of that before,” Talon said. “Of course, I don’t have enough interest in humans to know what makes them sick.”

“None of us have.”

Talon shrugged. He didn’t really care if she was sick or not. Nothing mattered but Ashe and the baby.

“Did she have a potion for Ashe?”

Raphael turned to glance at the heavy layers of moss that kept them hidden from the rest of the swamp, sending a chill of fear down Talon’s spine.

Was he afraid someone was trying to spy on them?

Were there more traitors?

Shit.

“Actually her mere presence seems to give Ashe strength,” he at last said, his voice low.

Okay. That seemed a good thing.

So why wasn’t Raphael happier?

“I don’t understand,” Talon admitted.

Raphael returned to his pacing. “The Healers suspect that the toxin in Ashe’s blood is targeted to attack the babe. It’s taking every ounce of her strength to protect her child.”

“That makes sense,” Talon said. He’d already heard the poison was manifesting itself like a possession, with an intelligent design to destroy the baby. “What does the female have to do with it?”

“Having her near appears to…” Raphael searched for the word to describe the female’s effect on his mate. “Steady Ashe.”

“Steady?”

“It’s almost as if she gives Ashe more strength.”

Talon frowned. He didn’t doubt the power of the voodoun. The spiritual world was a powerful force. But he’d always thought they needed potions and spells and rituals to weave their magic.

“She helps by being in the same room?” he demanded.

“She helps just being in the Wildlands.”

Talon shook his head. He didn’t like the thought that the female could somehow tamper with Ashe by her mere presence.

It was one thing to stir up a potion. Or even do one of those mysterious rituals they seemed to love.

But this…it was strange.

And he didn’t trust strange.

“Do the Healers know why?”

Raphael’s expression tightened, his eyes glowing gold with the power of his cat. “They’re divided.”

“Why do I sense I’m not going to like this?”

“Because you won’t,” Raphael said bluntly, halting his pacing to meet Talon’s wary gaze. “Isi is Ashe’s sister.”

Talon blinked, his brain struggling to process the words.

“Sister?”

“Her twin sister.”

Twin sister. God almighty.

“I thought you said Ashe’s only relative was a drunkard mother,” Talon said.

“That’s what Ashe had always been told.”

Talon narrowed his gaze, his vague unease solidifying into ruthless suspicion.

“And now this Isi claims to be her long-lost sister?”

Raphael shook his head. “No. The DNA revealed their connection.”

The scientific proof of the two women’s biological connection did nothing to ease Talon’s distrust. Hell, it only made him more skeptical.

“That’s one hell of a coincidence,” he muttered.

“Yeah, that was my thought.” Raphael shoved his fingers through his hair. “And it gets worse.”

Talon rolled his eyes. When were things not getting worse?

“Great.”

“The elders are convinced that Isi is some prophesied agent of doom.”

Talon made a sound of disbelief at the cheesy, sci-fi description. He might even have laughed if it hadn’t been for Raphael’s grim expression. He had a feeling a laugh would earn him an ass-kicking even worse than the time he’d set up a moonshine still in the caves and sold the potent liquor to his classmates. How was he supposed to know he’d brewed the alcohol so pure it would make them sicker than dogs?

“Now you’re just screwing with me,” he instead growled.

“I wish I was,” Raphael muttered. “The elders claim that Isi and Ashe’s father was the Pantera Shaman.”

It took a minute for Talon to recall the human who had once been called on by the elders to reveal the faction of an unborn Pantera. There were also rumors he’d had visions of the future.

It’d been years since Talon had last seen him.

He at last managed to dig the name from his memories.

“Chayton?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t he die?”

Raphael grimaced. “The elders assumed he had.”

Talon made a sound of disbelief. The elders rarely made mistakes.

Or maybe they just never admitted to them.

“Go on,” he urged.

“They said that Chayton had a vision that his first born child would destroy the Wildlands,” Raphael said, a hint of pity in his voice for the man who must have been devastated to reveal that his own daughter was born to be a force for evil.

Talon was far less sympathetic. He wasn’t a firm believer in prophecies. There were too many ways they could be interpreted to offer a blueprint for the future.

But if the first born child was a danger to his people, he damned well intended to stop her.

“Isi was the first born?”

Raphael gave a sharp nod. “After the vision, Chayton took his pregnant wife and fled to the north of the state. The babes were just being born when the elders tracked them down.”

“They intended to sacrifice the child.” The words were a statement, not a question.

The elders weren’t the sort of females to wait and see if something might become a problem. They were firm believers in preemptive strikes.

“They did, but Chayton managed to distract them long enough to slip away,” Raphael revealed. “The Hunters found traces of blood and a baby blanket, but no sign of the Shaman. When Dixie returned to La Pierre with Ashe the Elders kept a close guard on Dixie expecting Chayton to try and contact her if he remained alive. When the years passed with no word from the Shaman the Elders assumed he and the babe had died.”

The Shaman had to have been extremely talented or extremely lucky to have escaped the elders for so long.

“Ashe knew nothing about her father?” he asked.

“No.” Raphael narrowed his gaze, as if daring the younger man to call his mate a liar. Yeah. Talon was more likely to stick his head in the mouth of a gator. “The elders obviously tampered with Dixie’s mind, forcing her to believe she only had one child and that her husband abandoned her.”

Talon shuddered. Mind alterations on such a large scale could be extremely destructive to humans.

“Maybe it’s not so surprising she turned to booze,” he said. “What was the elders’ response to Isi’s arrival?”

“Cataclysmic.” The lean features tightened. No doubt Raphael had been at the epicenter of that cataclysmic response. “They arrived at Ashe’s room once the DNA results revealed her connection to Isi. Until that point they’d assumed that Isi’s only threat was her connection to her voodoo shop.”

Talon wasn’t expecting that.

“They knew about her?”

“They’ve been keeping a careful watch on artists who specialize in tattoos with malachite.”

Ah. Talon had to admit it was a reasonable precaution. The mineral was used to ground a cat inside a Pantera’s body. Or for Nurturer therapists to soothe patients who couldn’t control their minds or their cats. And, of course, the elders used it as punishment to cage a Pantera.

“Only a person with intimate knowledge of our cats would understand the magical properties of the mineral,” he pointed out.

“There’s also this.”

Reaching into his pocket, Raphael pulled out his phone and flicked through the photos. Finding the one he was searching for, he turned the phone so Talon could see the image.

Talon leaned forward, easily determining the picture had been taken on the streets of New Orleans. It appeared to be a small store. The sort you could find in any narrow street or alleyway. The only thing to make it stand out was the blood-red shingle that read, THE CARE AND FEEDING OF VOODOO.

“I assume this is Isi’s shop?” he demanded, not entirely sure what he was supposed to be seeing.

“Yes. And this is her vehicle.”

Raphael zoomed the photo until Talon could see the white van parked in front of the store, the emblem of a spread-winged raven flying across a full moon painted on the side.

A low growl trickled from Talon’s throat at the unmistakable Mark of Shakpi.

“Shit.” He glanced up at Raphael’s bleak face. “Do they intend to kill her?”

The golden eyes glowed with a dangerous determination. “Not as long as I keep them away.”

Talon frowned. Raphael was usually the levelheaded one. The one who looked at every situation with a cool logic that was as annoying as hell.

Now, Talon couldn’t help but worry that his friend was allowing his devotion to his mate to blind him to the potential danger of having Isi so near.

“Look, Raphael, I get that she’s related to your mate, but if she’s one of our enemies—”

“I don’t give a shit if she’s related or not,” Raphael sharply interrupted. “Her presence is helping Ashe fight back the toxin.”

Talon chose his words with care. Raphael was on the edge of snapping. He didn’t want to be the one to tip him into a homicidal rage.

Not when he was standing only a few feet away.

“You’re sure it’s not some trick?”

“I’m not sure of anything.” Raphael gave a low growl of frustration. “But know this, I’ll do whatever is necessary to protect my mate and child.”

Talon swallowed the words of warning that trembled on his lips.

They were a waste of breath as long as Raphael truly believed Isi was able to help his family.

“As we all will,” he instead muttered, his tone grudging.

The golden gaze narrowed, the air prickling with the heat of Raphael’s cat. “I hope you mean that.”

“Why?”

“I have placed Isi under my protection, but I don’t trust the elders,” the older man bluntly confessed. “They’re convinced she’s the doom of the Pantera. They’ll kill her if they get the opportunity.”

That didn’t seem like a bad plan to Talon. With Isi dead, then they could return to finding a less risky way to protect Ashe and the babe.

But his loyalty belonged to Raphael.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the leader of the Suits.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

“We haven’t been able to do more than moderate Isi’s illness.”

Talon grimaced. “The Wildlands are probably trying to drive her out.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Raphael waved a dismissive hand. “We had to move her to your parents’ home.”

Talon flinched, his eyes widening.

The pretty cottage that was hidden on the edge of the deepest marshes had been shut up the day that they received the news that Talon’s parents had been killed in an airplane crash. Talon had moved to the Hunter house, and while he visited the cottage to perform the necessary upkeep, no one had actually stayed there for years.

He didn’t keep it as some tragic temple to his dead parents. Or at least, not intentionally.

But he sure the hell didn’t use it as a B&B for the potential doom of his people.

“You put her where?” he rasped, unable to believe that Raphael could be so insensitive.

Raphael met his accusing glare with a stubborn expression. He wasn’t backing down.

“It’s the most easily defended location,” he pointed out, referring to the marshland that was deep and thick enough to keep out all but the most determined predators. “Besides, there’s something in the house that eases her sickness.”

Talon didn’t care if it made her sprout wings and a halo.

“You’re asking a lot, mon ami.”

Raphael shoved his phone into his pocket and folded his arms over his chest. He’d lost weight in the past month, but he was still big, tough and capable of twisting Talon into a painful knot.

“I’m not done,” he warned.

Talon counted to ten.

“What?”

“I expect you to become her guardian.”

Talon made a sound of shock. “Say that again.”

The golden eyes narrowed. “You heard me.”

He had. Unfortunately.

“Why me?”

“I trust you.”

The words struck straight at his heart, and Talon threw his hands up in defeat.

“Fuck.”

CHAPTER TWO

For the first time in weeks, Isi felt warm. Not just ‘wrapped in heavy blankets until she was nearly smothered’ warm. But warm from the inside out.

And even better, the constant sense of nausea was gone.

Completely, utterly gone.

With a sigh she snuggled closer to the source of the warmth, breathing deeply of the intoxicating musk that was driving away the hideous illness that plagued her at varying levels of hell since she arrived in the Wildlands.

She didn’t know what was creating the delicious scent, and she didn’t really care.

She just wanted to wrap herself in the soothing sensations.

As if answering her prayer, a warm hand slid down her back, cupping her ass.

“Oh, thank god,” she groaned as the touch sent heat rushing through her veins. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

“I haven’t even started, darling,” a rough male voice whispered in her ear.

Isi was jerked out of her lovely dream, belatedly realizing she was no longer alone. What the hell? She forced open her heavy lids, her breath squeezed from her lungs as she encountered a pair of glowing golden eyes rimmed in jade.

They were spectacular eyes.

Clear, cunning and lethally male.

And they were set in a face that was drop-dead, do-me-now gorgeous.

Wide brow, a narrow blade of a nose, high cheekbones and sensually carved lips.

A true masterpiece of DNA.

Still foggy from sleep, Isi felt a surge of female appreciation tingle down her spine.

That was the kind of face that made smart women do stupid things.

And enjoy every second of it.

A dark, enticing arousal stirred deep inside her, shocking Isi with the intensity of her response.

She might enjoy the sight of a handsome man in a purely artistic way, but she didn’t immediately consider how quickly she could rip off his clothes and wrap herself around him.

It was at last the inhuman glow in his eyes that snapped her out of her growing obsession.

Oh, shit.

This wasn’t a man.

He was Pantera.

And he was currently rolling until he was perched on top of her.

“Hello, darling,” he drawled, his lips curling as he watched her expression tighten with a surge of angry suspicion. “If I’d known you were waiting in my bed I would have returned sooner.”

She shoved her hands against his chest, not surprised when he refused to budge. Even through the thin blanket she could feel his lean body honed to sleek, chiseled muscles. The shove was just a distraction so she could knee him in the nuts.

It didn’t matter how tough a man was, he had one glaring vulnerability.

With a well-practiced jerk of her leg, she aimed directly between his legs. “Get off me, you pervert.”

There was a low snarl as the cat managed to block her debilitating strike, using his longer legs to pin her to the mattress.

“No need to play rough, darling.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear, sending unwelcome jolts of bliss straight to her pussy. “Unless that’s the way you like it.”

She hissed in frustration, trying to deny the fact that her entire body was humming with a treacherous awareness.

God dammit. When a man held her against her will it was a reason for homicide.

Not melting into a shivering mess of aching hunger.

“If I was playing rough I’d already have kicked the hair off your balls,” she muttered.

“My balls aren’t hairy.” He nipped the lobe of her ear, grabbing her hand to lower it toward the hardening length of his cock. “Do you need proof?”

“Hell no.” She wrenched her hand free, punching him in the chest with a force that would have broken the rib of a human. “Who are you?”

“Your reluctant host.”

“Host?” Isi scowled. Raphael had told her that the pretty cottage hadn’t been used for years. Of course, he’d also told her she wasn’t a prisoner, but every time she tried to leave he warned her that the mysterious elders were just waiting for an opportunity to kill her. After a month of being stuck in the bayou with a bunch of angry cats who considered her the enemy, she was reaching her limit. In fact, tonight might very well have tipped her over the edge. “This is your house?”

“It’s my parents’ home, but this is my bed,” the male Pantera said. “Why did you choose it?”

“What?”

“There are four bedrooms.” He studied her with an unnerving intensity. Even in the darkness she knew what he was seeing. Short, jet black hair with blue streaks, mussed from sleep. A pale face with delicate features that were dominated by a pair of eyes so dark they looked black. His gaze lowered to the tattoo of a rose wrapped around a candle that ran from below her right ear down to her shoulder, before lingering on the diamond piercing in each nostril. His expression remained unreadable, but there was no missing the thickening of the intoxicating musk that filled the air. “Why did you choose mine?”

Isi hesitated. There was no way in hell she was going to admit she’d been drawn to the room because it’d eased the sickness that was a constant companion.

Not when an awful, unbearable suspicion was beginning to form in the back of her mind.

“It had the best view,” she at last muttered.

His lips brushed a searing path of temptation down her throat. “Liar.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs and her pussy clenched in brutal need as his lips teased the pulse at the base of her neck.

Oh…hell.

Without warning, she was suddenly slamming her fists against his chest, desperately trying to wriggle from beneath his hard body. There was no way to disguise her stupid arousal from the man’s freakishly sensitive senses, but she’d be damned if she’d lie there like an obedient doll.

“Get. Off.”

Lifting his head, the man frowned in confusion as he tried to halt her attack without hurting her. “Settle down, female.”

“Not until you release me.”

He hissed as she raked her nails down his face, rolling to the side so she could scramble off the bed.

“Damn wildcat,” he muttered, his gaze running a brooding path down her slender body covered by a pair of silk shorts and camisole top.

Instinctively she folded her arms over her breasts, more to hide the hardened points of her nipples than out of any sort of modesty.

Young girls raised in orphanages didn’t have the privilege of being bashful.

“Tell me your name,” she commanded.

He continued to sprawl across the heavy four-poster bed that matched the hand-carved furniture that filled the second story room. He should have looked ridiculous in the cozy setting with handwoven rugs, walls lined with stuffed bookcases, and the echoes of a loving childhood, but he didn’t.

He looked…at home.

A familiar pang of envy sliced through her heart before she was squashing the worthless regret.

Homes were places you kept your shit until you moved on to the next place. End of story.

“Talon,” he said, his voice rubbing over her skin like rough silk.

Isi frowned. She had a vague memory of Ashe mentioning the Hunter who had been tracking down Pantera traitors.

“No one told me you lived here.” She edged her way toward the door. She needed to be away from the disturbing cat. Far, far away. “I’ll go somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“Home.” She didn’t know what she was going to say until the word left her lips, but suddenly she knew that’s exactly where she was going. She’d had enough of freaking Pantera and their soggy Wildlands. She belonged in New Orleans, running her shop. “Where I should have gone weeks ago.”

“What about your sister?”

She shrugged, continuing to inch toward the door. “I can come back.”

With a blur of motion, Talon was off the bed and blocking her path. “No.”

Her jaw clenched as she was forced to come to a halt. “No?”

He planted his fists on his hips, the T-shirt stretched tight over the sculpted muscles of his chest.

“Raphael sent me here to protect you.” He didn’t bother to hide his anger at being stuck on babysitting duty. “I can’t do that if you leave the Wildlands.”

Her chin tilted. “Thanks, fur ball, but I’ve been taking care of myself a long time.”

The golden eyes narrowed. “What is it with you and my fur?”

“I want it staying the hell away from me.”

He prowled forward, his heat wrapping around her with sensuous pleasure. “You weren’t so averse to me and my fur when you were clinging to me and telling me how good it felt.”

She meant to hold her ground. She really did. But as he continued his ruthless path forward, she discovered herself retreating until her back was pressed against a tall bookcase.

Annoying ass.

“That was—”

He halted inches away, his hands lifting to grip the shelf on each side of her head. “What?”

“I was suddenly feeling better, that’s all.”

“Raphael mentioned it has something to do with the house,” he said, his gaze lowering to the pulse that thundered at the base of her throat.

Isi grimaced. Yeah. She’d thought it was the house.

Until Talon appeared and the illness went from manageable to completely gone.

“Whatever,” she muttered. “I’ll feel even better at my own house.”

He leaned down, his breath searing over her lips like a kiss. “Ain’t. Gonna. Happen.”

“It’s not your decision.”

“Do you think you would last one second without Raphael’s protection?”

“So he keeps telling me.” Her lips flattened with a stubborn determination. She’d allowed herself to be bullied into staying for weeks. Or at least she told herself she’d been bullied. Otherwise she would have to admit that she stayed for Ashe. An unacceptable explanation. “How do I know that’s not just bullshit to keep me here?”

“Raphael doesn’t have to use empty threats,” Talon warned. “If he decides to keep you here, I guarantee you that you’ll stay. One way or another.”

She glared into the savagely beautiful face. “So when you said you’re here to guard me, you meant I’m your prisoner.”

“Raphael asked me to make sure you continued to help to his mate.”

Oh, yes. Raphael had made it clear that he would move heaven and earth to protect his mate and child.

Which didn’t make her jealous at all. Nope. Not at all.

“And what I want doesn’t matter?” she snapped.

“No.”

She gave a humorless laugh at his complete lack of apology. “Nice.”

“It’s the way it is.”

“Fine.” She dipped down to slip under his arm, heading toward the door. “I’m too tired to argue.”

“Where are you going?” he demanded, once again moving to stand in her way.

“To another room.”

“Why?” He had the balls to reach out and lightly grasp her chin, turning her head toward the bed dominating the room. “This bed is all toasty warm.”

“You said this was your room.”

His thumb brushed her lower lips, his touch sending a rush of arousal through her. “I’ll share.”

Her mouth went dry as the vivid image of being spread naked across the mattress as this man kissed a path from the top of her blue-streaked hair to the tips of her fuchsia-painted toes blazed through her mind.

Desire streaked through her, white hot and so fierce it made her knees week.

God, she had to get out of there.

“In your dreams,” she said, the words sounding lame even to her.

His gaze followed his thumb as it traced the stubborn line of her jaw.

“We’re stuck here together,” he murmured, his voice husky with invitation. “We might as well enjoy our time.”

She slapped away his hand before stepping around his body and heading toward the door with a grim determination.

Dammit.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her.

The man was a damned cat. And worse, he considered her nothing more than an unwelcome duty.

“I’d rather sleep with a snake,” she informed him, her head held high.

He waited until she was at the door before he called out to her. “Isi.”

Reluctantly she glanced over her shoulder, refusing to acknowledge the impact of his golden beauty as he stood in a pool of moonlight.

“What?”

His eyes narrowed. “Raphael might need you for now, but I don’t trust you an inch.” His soft words sliced through her like a dagger. “Don’t give me a reason to kill you.”

She stormed from the room and down the hall, choosing the bedroom furthest away before slamming the door behind her.

The arrogant son of a bitch.

How dare he threaten to kill her after…

After what?

She gave a choked laugh, pressing a hand to her lips as the faint queasiness began to return.

After he’d offered to have sex with her?

No. It wasn’t even sex.

It was a quick fuck with a stranger.

It was clearly time she returned to her own life.

Far away from the bayous and Pantera males who would be greatly improved by having their bloated heads stuffed and mounted over the nearest fireplace.

A thrill of excitement raced through Talon as he slid silently through the underbrush. In his cat form he moved with a silent grace that made certain his prey was unaware she was being hunted.

Isi.

His excitement turned to a darker, more enticing emotion as he caught the scent of magnolia.

The female wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting.

Harbingers of doom shouldn’t look like exotic butterflies, with raven black hair highlighted with brilliant blue, and black eyes that contrasted with pale, milky skin. Even the tattoo and piercings that should have made her look hard only emphasized her striking beauty.

A rare, exquisite creature that had made lust explode through him from the second he’d caught sight of her curled in his bed.

Of course, she did have the attitude, he wryly acknowledged.

But even the sharp tongue and don’t-screw-with-me insolence fascinated him.

It made him want to break through the brittle facade to find the warm, passionate woman beneath.

And she would be passionate.

He’d caught the scent of her arousal. An arousal that matched his own.

She wanted him. Just like he wanted her.

Beneath him.

Now.

Realizing they were nearing the border of the Wildlands, Talon began to close the distance.

He’d heard her the second Isi had left her room to creep downstairs. She’d taken time to slip into the laundry room and grab one of the sweat suits that every Pantera kept in his home. Even though their clothing usually transformed during the shift, there were times when they were stressed, or injured, or too weary to maintain full control of their transformation. The sweats were bought in bulk to be disposable.

Then, she’d slipped from his house like a thief in the night.

Talon had allowed her escape.

He wanted to know where the hell she was going and who she was meeting.

Now it was clear that she’d been serious when she’d said she intended to go home.

With a silent burst of speed, Talon was circling around her, hidden by the thick vegetation. He felt a brief flare of confusion when he caught sight of her pale face and the hand pressed to her lips as if she was struggling against the urge to vomit.

She was far sicker than she had been at his house.

And for some stupid reason the realization sent a stab of fury through his heart. As if the thought of her in distress was painful to him.

With a low growl he crushed the unwelcome suspicion, instead pouncing forward, concentrating on his shift from cat to human as he carefully knocked Isi to the mossy ground.

An explosion of magic burst through his body, making him shudder as his bones and muscle realigned.

An exhilarating sensation.

But not nearly so exhilarating as the feel of her slender curves pressed beneath him.

“Going somewhere, darling?” he drawled, running a searching gaze down her body to make certain she hadn’t been hurt in the fall.

Not that he should care, he fiercely told himself.

He’d warned her what would happen if she tried to flee.

Still, he couldn’t entirely shake his aggravating aversion to seeing her in pain.

Isi’s eyes widened in fear before she realized exactly who was pinning her to the ground. Immediately her fear altered to pure fury.

“Shit.” She wriggled beneath him, her face losing its pasty shade of green as his musk began to fill the air. “Stop leaping on top of me.”

Sweet sparks of arousal tingled through his blood as she writhed against his swelling cock, the intensity of his pleasure wrenching a low growl from his throat.

Lowering his head, he pressed his nose to the curve of her throat, breathing deep of her magnolia scent.

“I wouldn’t twitch a single muscle if I were you,” he warned.

Her muscles tensed, her heart pounding so loud he could hear the frantic beats. “Why?”

“Because chasing you has turned me on.” Unable to resist temptation, Talon sank his teeth into her silken flesh, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to satisfy the cat inside him who abruptly wanted a taste of this female. Lust thundered through him. “Do you want to run some more?”

She slammed her fist against his back, her entire body trembling. But not with fear. Or anger.

“I just want you to leave me alone,” she rasped.

“Liar.” His voice thickened as the intoxicating scent of her cream teased at his senses. Her pussy was already wet and ready for him to penetrate. His cock twitched, anxious to fulfill her need. “I excite you.”

Another blow to his back. “You’re pissing me off, fur boy.”

He licked a path down her throat, his cat prowling just below the surface, as if unnerved by the intoxicating flavor of her skin.

“Then why do you smell like sex?” he demanded.

“Because you’re delusional,” she muttered, making another bid for freedom.

“Dammit,” he snarled, lifting his head to glare into her wide eyes. It was one thing to taunt her with his awareness of her arousal. It was another to realize that he was perilously close to ripping off her clothes and fucking her right there. He might be a Pantera, but he wasn’t an animal. “I told you to stay still.”

“I don’t take orders from you…” Her words trailed away as he pressed a hand to her forehead, his gaze searching her pale face. “What are you doing?”

“You were sick,” he said in abrupt tones, temporarily distracted from his potent lust.

She frowned. “This whole place makes me sick.”

“Now you’re better.”

Something flickered in her eyes. Something she was trying to hide from him.

“We’re close to border.”

“No.” He gave a slow shake of his head. “You were better in my home. And now you’re better because I’m holding you,” he reasoned out loud. Then the truth struck him. “It’s me,” he said, watching as the flush of color stained her cheeks. “I make you better.”

She glared at him in frustration. “God, could your ego get any bigger?”

He leaned down to nip the tip of her nose. “Admit it.”

“No.”

“Why not?” His lips twisted as his lust returned in full, painful force. Christ, his cock was pressing so hard against the zipper of his jeans he was afraid it might bust through. “I’ll admit your scent is driving me out of my fucking mind.”

“Talon.”

He hissed, heat exploding through him as he allowed his lips to trail over her cheek to the edge of her mouth.

“Say it again,” he urged.

She trembled, her hands spread against his back as she forgot to fight him. “What?”

“My name.” He used his tongue to trace the lush temptation of her lower lip. “Say it again.”

“Talon.”

“I like to hear it on your lips,” he said, kissing the line of her jaw before heading down the silken skin of her throat.

Her nails bit into his shoulders as she arched in pleasure beneath him. “What are you doing to me?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you want,” he muttered, forgetting where they were and, more importantly, who she was.

Nothing mattered but the sharp-edged hunger that clawed at him whenever he was close to this female.

He reached the neckline of her sweatshirt, impatiently using his chin to push it aside so he could trace her collarbone with his lips.

“Oh,” she breathed, rubbing against the thick thrust of his erection.

He growled, about to reach down and yank off the loose bottom of her sweats when his gaze caught sight of a tiny mark at the bottom of her collarbone.

It was like being doused in icy-cold water.

One second all he could think about was the savage need that was pounding through his body, and the next he was pushing himself upright and shoving shaking hands through his tousled hair.

“Shit,” he rasped.

She raised herself onto her elbows. “What?”

His gaze remained glued to the birthmark that marred the perfect ivory of her skin. “A raven.”

She flinched. As if he’d physically struck her.

“It’s not a raven, it’s a birthmark.”

“The symbol of evil.” The words left his lips before he could consider their impact on Isi.

Hell, he was a Hunter, not a Suit.

“Evil?” Isi surged to her feet, grabbing a hefty stick off the ground to swing toward his head with a magnificent fury. “Get out of here, you son of a bitch.”

Angry with himself for having forgotten he intended to treat this female as the enemy, and potentially putting his people in danger, he turned to walk away.

He needed some distance to pull his head out of his ass and start thinking clearly.

Or at least try to ease his raging hard-on.

“Gladly,” he snarled, headed back to his parents’ cottage.

The branch went whizzing past his head, grazing his ear. “And stay the hell away,” she shouted.

Turning his head, he sent her a last glare. “You leave the Wildlands and the elders will kill you. Make no mistake about it,” he growled.

She flipped him off. “Bastard.”

Talon stormed away.

For the first time he felt like a bastard.

CHAPTER THREE

Isi woke with a weary groan to find the late morning sun pouring through her open window.

Momentarily disoriented, she pushed herself to a sitting position, glancing in confusion around the room painted a cheery yellow.

What the hell? This wasn’t the room she’d been using for the past month.

It took a minute before the memories from the night before slammed into her.

Talon.

The bastard.

Talon the Bastard. Yep. That suited him to perfection.

Shoving herself out of the bed, she stomped her way to the attached bathroom.

Last night she’d hovered at the edge of the Wildlands for over an hour before the sickness had driven her back to the cottage. Her every instinct had warned her to return to New Orleans and take the first bus the hell out of town, but she wasn’t entirely sure that the threat of the elders wasn’t real.

Finally she’d had no choice but to return to the cottage where there was some measure of relief from the constant sickness.

Although not as much as there had been during the night, she realized as she quickly showered and pulled on a robe. Which could only mean that Talon was no longer in the cottage.

Good, she savagely told herself, entering the room he’d taken over, to gather her clothes and take them to her new, painfully sunny room. She’d rather be sick than have to endure his repulsive company.

Pretending she actually did find him repulsive, Isi pulled on a pair of jeans and skimpy top that hit just below the gentle swell of her breasts. She smiled with a grim defiance as she realized the top was cut low enough to display her evil birthmark. Then, spiking her blue-streaked hair, she headed out the door and to the clinic where her sister continued to fight for her life.

Acutely aware of the cats who trailed behind her at a discreet distance, she followed the narrow path that led from the isolated marsh to the village, keeping her head high.

She’d learned from day one that her presence in the Wildlands attracted unwelcome attention.

Some curious, some hopeful, but most filled with a predatory hunger that assured her they were just waiting for the opportunity to rip her to shreds.

Not the nicest neighbors a girl could have, but sadly they weren’t the worst.

She’d run away from the orphanage when she was barely fourteen to live on the streets of Chicago.

Tough to top that.

Reaching the clinic, she entered the wooden structure through a side door and headed directly to her sister’s room at the back of the building.

Unlike human hospitals, there was no stench of antiseptic or disinfectant. Instead the air was laced with the scent of healing plants and potions as well as the exotic musk that was unique to each Pantera.

There was also a decided lack of sterile white walls and linoleum floors. In this clinic the walls were paneled in rich cherry wood with floors covered by handwoven rugs.

Pushing open the door to her sister’s room, she stepped inside, not surprised to find Raphael sitting beside the bed.

The male refused to leave his mate’s side unless it was a matter of dire urgency.

Rising to his feet at Isi’s entrance, Raphael motioned for her to take his seat beside the bed.

“Good morning, Isi.”

She hurriedly perched on the edge of the chair, always a little on edge around the man.

He might have sworn to protect her, but he was clearly ready to snap. She didn’t want to be around if something happened to Ashe.

“How is she?” Isi asked, focusing on the dark-haired woman lying in the wooden bed, covered by a hand-stitched quilt.

“She’s holding her own,” Raphael said, the weariness in his voice drawing her gaze to his haggard features.

Christ, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Why don’t you go rest?” she offered. “I’ll sit with Ashe.”

There was a brief hesitation, as if he was debating whether or not to trust Isi alone with his beloved mate. Then, obviously realizing he was near collapse, he gave a reluctant nod.

“I’ll be just down the hall.”

The Pantera leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his mate’s lips before turning to leave the room and gently closing the door behind him.

Alone with the female they claimed was her sister, Isi studied the pale, perfect features that held only a faint resemblance to her own. Over the past month she spent a part of each day with Ashe, usually watching her sleep, although there were times when the other woman would wake long enough for a short conversation.

Still, Ashe remained more a stranger than a member of her family.

Which suited Isi just fine.

Concentrating on her sister with a fierce intensity that didn’t allow any stray thoughts of Talon the Bastard, she was aware the second Ashe’s lashes twitched and her hand unconsciously reached for her mate.

“Raphael?”

Isi leaned forward, lightly grasping the outstretched hand. “It’s Isi.”

The thick lashes lifted to reveal beautiful brown eyes. “Sister.”

Isi stretched her lips into an uncomfortable smile. “That’s what they tell me.”

Ashe gave Isi’s fingers a squeeze. “I always wanted a sister. Didn’t you?”

Isi hid her shudder.

When she was young she’d learned that the only way to stay alive was to stay on the move and avoid attention. Something that would be impossible with family or friends.

Having a sister was a burden she couldn’t afford.

Still, Ashe was studying her with her big, hopeful eyes. It would feel like kicking a puppy to admit the truth.

“I…” She struggled for words that would offer comfort without being an outright lie. “Wanted not to be alone.”

“Yes.” Ashe gave a weak nod of her head, looking impossibly beautiful despite the pallor of her skin and the shadows beneath her eyes. “I’ve always been alone. Until Raphael.”

Isi frowned, perplexed by the soft words. “I thought you lived with our mother?”

Ashe wrinkled her nose. “Dixie wasn’t much of a mother. She spent most of her time and money at the local bar.” She hesitated before asking the question that had obviously been on her mind. “What about our father?”

Isi stiffened. “What about him?”

“Did you know him?”

“No.” Isi felt a familiar stab of rage toward the man who had abandoned her when she needed him the most. “He dumped me at an orphanage in Shreveport and disappeared.”

“Did you ever search for him?”

Isi scowled. Like she’d waste one precious second of her life on the worthless sperm donor who’d impregnated their mother?

“Why should I?” she demanded. “If he wanted to be with me he wouldn’t have tossed me away like a piece of trash.”

Ashe placed a hand on her swelling stomach, the gesture revealing her instinctive urge to protect the child growing so rapidly in her womb.

“Now you know he had no choice.”

Isi abruptly released her sister’s hand and rose to her feet. She’d done her best to pretend the elders’ claim of her birth was nothing more than a fairy tale.

And she’d been remarkably successful.

Of course, she had a lot of practice at pretending the nasty things in her life didn’t exist.

“Do I?” she muttered.

“You don’t believe the elders?” Ashe asked.

Isi moved to gaze at out the window that offered a view of the clearing where the Pantera gathered for their meals.

There was no denying it was a beautiful sight, even for a girl who’d never spent more than an hour away from the city.

The long tables covered in green cloth set among the lush flowers and cypress trees. The unexpected wooden statues that were tucked among the azaleas to provide charming glimpses of native art. The nearby lake that sparkled in the lazy sunlight.

It was a land crafted by magic.

A magic that was fading.

And they wanted to blame her.

“Would you, if you were me?” She gave a humorless laugh, her voice edged with a bitterness she couldn’t hide. “You get to be the beautiful princess who saves the Pantera while I’m the evil twin who offers nothing but destruction.”

She heard Ashe’s soft gasp of remorse. “Isi, I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

“Look, it’s not like I give a shit,” Isi interrupted the soft words. Hell, the only thing worse than being tagged as some sort of Antichrist was pity. The mere hint gave her hives. “Only suckers believe in prophecies.”

“You’re not evil.”

Hidden behind her well-perfected wall of indifference, she turned to meet her sister’s sympathetic gaze.

“Well, I’m not good,” she said. “And it doesn’t bother me at all.”

“I mean what I say,” Ashe insisted, clearly as stubborn as Isi. She smiled wryly. At least they had one thing in common. “You’re not evil.”

“Great.” Isi shrugged, just wanting to be done with painful conversation. “If you could convince the crazy cats in charge I’m one of the good guys, I’ll be on my way back home.”

Ashe reached out her hand, her expression filled with a wistful yearning that tugged perilously at Isi’s heart.

“We’ll figure this out,” she promised. “Together.”

Isi instinctively backed away. She wasn’t ready to give Ashe what she so obviously desired.

A sister.

“Yeah. Whatever.” She continued to back toward the door. “I have to go.”

Ashe dropped her hand, her gaze searching Isi’s face. “You look better.”

Isi came to a reluctant halt. “I was. Now…” She swallowed her words. There was no way in hell she was going to admit that there was something about Talon that eased her illness. “It doesn’t matter.”

Ashe bit her lip, her lids already beginning to droop. “I’m worried I’m draining you of your strength and that’s what is making you sick.”

Isi shrugged. “Don’t sweat it, I’m tough.”

Her sister struggled against the rising tide of weariness. “Isi—”

“I’ll come back after dinner.”

Isi slipped from the room, but lingered until she was certain her sister was deeply asleep.

It wasn’t that she cared whether or not Ashe might feel alone. Or need something before Raphael returned.

It was just…

With a muttered curse, Isi headed out of the clinic and straight to the cottage.

This entire place was making her nuts.

NEW ORLEANS

Talon ignored the closed sign clearly displayed on the door of the voodoo shop. He wasn’t a man who let pesky barriers stand in his way when he wanted something. Still, he was civilized enough to use his lock-picking skills to deal with the door rather than just kicking the damned thing open.

Glancing up and down the narrow street, he slipped inside and shut the door behind him. There would be witnesses to his B & E, of course. The specialty shops that lined the streets weren’t so busy that the proprietors weren’t aware of what was going on in neighboring stores. He could only hope they’d wait to see if he tried to walk out with a bag of loot before they called the cops.

Halting just inside the door, Talon immediate realized he wasn’t alone.

Despite the heavy scent of incense that hung in the air there was no missing the smell of two human males. Or the sour stench that marked them as enemies.

Walking past the rows of leather-bound books, crystals that came in every size and color, ceramic pots that were filled with Isi’s potions, and voodoo dolls, Talon silently paced to the body art room at the back of the store.

He hesitated at the open doorway, scanning the brightly lit room for hidden danger.

There wasn’t much to see. The walls were covered with a variety of tattoo patterns and framed pictures of happy customers. There were two narrow massage tables covered with white paper, and rolling cabinets that held the paraphernalia needed by the tattoo artists.

No hidden closets or cupboards.

And best of all…no exits.

Curling his nose at the strange odor that clung to those humans who carried the Mark of Shakpi, Talon turned his attention to the two men who had yet to notice his arrival.

Idiots.

One was seated at the end of a table. He was a young, blond-haired man with the hard muscles of a dedicated bodybuilder. He had a dozen tattoos running up his arms and around his thick neck, but he wasn’t at the shop for another.

No. The second man who was standing in front of him was holding a small metal rod with a flat piece of metal at the end.

A branding iron.

And Talon would bet his left nut it had a raven design on it.

A stupid, sharp-edged disappointment sliced through him before he was sternly reminding himself that he’d come to Isi’s shop precisely because the elders suspected Isi was connected to their enemies.

What else had he expected?

With a shake of his head he forced himself to concentrate on silently stepping into the room. The men might be mere humans, but Raphael had discovered that their enemies had weapons that could weaken a Pantera and make their cats dangerously vulnerable.

“Am I interrupting?”

With a flurry of curses both men jerked their gazes toward the doorway.

The blond on the table was the first to recover. “Hey, this is a private—”

“Fuck,” the one with the branding iron breathed. He had lanky black hair, a narrow face that had a rat-like quality, and brown eyes the color of mud, but there was an intelligence in his gaze that was missing from his companion. “Run.”

“I don’t think so.”

Talon stood in the doorway, bracing himself as the blond pulled a knife and charged forward. He waited until the man was in striking distance, grabbing the arm holding the knife and using the attacker’s own momentum to his advantage as he spun and slammed him face first into the doorjamb.

Having momentarily stunned his opponent, Talon spoke directly into his ear.

“Drop the knife and sit in the corner like a good boy and you might make it out of here alive,” he offered.

Possessing the tedious belief that his size made him the toughest guy in the room, the blond wrenched his arm free and swung the knife toward Talon’s face.

“Fuck you.”

Dodging the blade, Talon grabbed the man’s bloated head and with one efficient twist broke his neck.

He’d given the moron a chance to live.

Allowing the dead man to drop to the floor, Talon turned his attention to the slender, rat-faced man clutching the branding iron as if it could protect him.

Talon stepped forward, a lethal smile curling his lips. “We need to chat.”

“I don’t know who the hell you are, but—”

“Don’t lie,” Talon overrode the arrogant bluff. “I’ve seen you with Raphael.”

“Yes…” A cunning light glowed in the mud eyes. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Derek and I spy for him. He’s going to be pissed if you blow my cover.”

With a blur of motion, Talon was standing directly in front of the man, the tip of his dagger beneath his chin.

“Here’s the deal,” he said in soft, lethal tones. “You’ve been working with Suits. I’m a Hunter. Do you know what that means?”

The man licked his lips. “No.”

Talon allowed his cat to glow in his eyes, watching the man with a hunger that would terrify any human.

“It means that my job description is tracking down enemies and killing them.” He allowed the dagger to pierce the man’s skin. “I don’t negotiate. I don’t heal. I don’t nurture. I kill. And I do it very, very well.”

“Fine,” the man hissed, his expression sullen. “What do you want?”

“Answers.”

“To what?”

“Who do you work for?”

“Isi,” he answered without hesitation. “She owns this joint.”

Talon clenched his teeth, pretending his cat wasn’t snarling in disbelief. What did his cat know about human treachery?

“She trained you to brand traitors with that mark?”

Something flickered in the mud eyes. A warning that he was about to lie.

“She—”

“The truth or I’ll start cutting off body parts.” He lowered the dagger to press it against the man’s dick. There was nothing like threatening to take an idiot’s manhood to put him in the mood to share. “Starting here.”

A layer of sweat coated the man’s face, but his expression remained defiant. “No. The bitch has no idea what’s going on.”

Talon’s grip tightened on the handle of the dagger. Did he believe the man?

Actually…he did.

Derek might pretend to be a tough guy, but at his core he was a coward.

If he could try to throw blame on Isi to cover his own ass, he would.

Refusing to dwell on the surge of relief that rushed through him, Talon nodded toward the iron rod still held in Derek’s hand.

“Then who gave you the brand?”

“I made it myself.” He lifted it to reveal the raven on the bottom. “Like it?”

Rage blasted through Talon.

These son of a bitches were destroying his homeland.

His people.

He wanted answers. Then he wanted to rip the bastard into tiny, bloody strips.

“It’s as offensive as you are,” he snarled. “Where did you learn to create the symbol?”

The man licked his lips, no doubt sensing Talon was just waiting for an excuse to kill him.

“I was approached by a voodoo priestess while I was in jail for a minor disagreement with my ex-wife,” he said.

Voodoo priestess would match what Vincent and Savoy had told Bayon.

“What was her name?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Talon lifted the dagger to press it beneath Derek’s chin.

“Don’t screw with me,” he growled.

The man hissed in pain, but he was smart enough not to try to pull away. “I’m serious. She called herself Lady Cerise, but when I tried to find her later no one had ever heard of her. She must have used a false name.”

“What did she say to you?”

“She paid my bail and told me she had a job for me,” Derek admitted. “She gave me a card with the symbol of the raven flying across a full moon, and the address. Then she left.”

“What was the job?”

“I went to the address that was an old warehouse where I met a group of men who promised an endless supply of money if I did what I was told and didn’t ask too many questions.”

Talon narrowed his gaze. Even with the threat of death, he was surprised Derek would so easily answer his questions.

He’d sensed the man was a coward, but surely he had to worry his fellow traitors would discover he squealed?

“For doing what?”

The man glanced toward the branding iron clutched in his hand. “My primary job is to brand the new recruits, but I do whatever I’m told to do.”

“How did you end up in this shop?” he demanded, needing to know his connection to Isi. Why? He scowled, refusing to answer the question. “Was it because of her birthmark?”

Derek blinked in genuine bafflement. “What birthmark?”

“Never mind,” he growled, aggravated he’d even asked the question. “Why did you choose this shop?”

“It was Lon.”

“Who?”

“The alpha dog of our little crew.” Derek’s lips curled in disdain. The loser clearly had an allergy to authority. Typical. “He wanted me here to keep an eye on Isi.”

Talon slid the dagger toward the man’s throat, his eyes glowing as his cat snarled for blood.

“Why?”

Derek stiffened, the stench of his fear making Talon grimace. Still, his expression remained insolent.

“Lon wanted to know where she was and who was visiting the shop.”

“He wanted to know about the Pantera?”

“Lon wasn’t specific. He wanted me to keep a log on everyone who entered the shop.” The mud eyes darkened with frustration. “I assume they were hoping someone would contact her, but they didn’t share the information with me. I was just an insignificant peon.”

Talon studied Derek’s rat face. “And that’s it?”

He gave a lift of one shoulder. “For me.”

“What about the others?”

“There are some who sneak into the Wildlands and perform some hokey ritual,” Derek said, unaware of Talon’s burst of fury. Those hokey rituals were destroying his home. “And others who spend most of their time traveling around the world.”

“Recruiters?”

“No.” Derek arched backward, as if trying to remove his chin from the sharp edge of Talon’s blade. “Like I said, they’re looking for someone.”

Talon was instantly intrigued.

If his enemies wanted this person, then it was imperative the Pantera got their hands on him first.

“You have some idea who this person is? Man or woman? Human or Pantera?”

Bitter envy twisted the man’s expression. “That info was above my pay grade.”

Talon made a sound of impatience. “Where is the warehouse?”

Derek abruptly spit in Talon’s face, using the momentary distraction to yank out the gun he’d had holstered at his lower back.

Talon belatedly realized why the man had been so eager to answer his questions. He’d simply been trying to keep Talon distracted long enough to get out his weapon.

“That’s enough questions,” the man roared. “Die, you fucking animal.”

“Not today.”

With a speed the human couldn’t hope to match, Talon wrenched the gun from the man’s hand, and with one swing of his arm he’d knocked Derek off his feet to crash head first into the wall.

The man landed heavily on the floor, blood flowing from the cut on his forehead. He was injured, but Talon could hear the steady beat of his heart.

Grimly he forced himself to turn and leave the room, closing the door behind him.

There was nothing he wanted more than to cut out the man’s heart and feed it to the gators, but he was a Hunter who understood that sometimes the best way to catch his prey was to use bait.

Once Derek woke up, his first instinct would be to return to the Mother Ship.

Or in this case, the warehouse where Lon and his crew were hidden.

Talon intended to make sure the bastard was followed.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he hit speed dial. “I need a surveillance team in New Orleans. Oh, and there’s a stiff to clean up.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Isi was standing in the kitchen with pretty white cabinets and a black and white tiled floor, trying to work up enthusiasm for dinner, when Talon strolled through the back door.

Immediately she glanced toward the granite countertops for something to throw at his head.

The ceramic cookie jar would make a satisfying projectile, but it probably wouldn’t cause much damage. While the knives stuck in a wooden block would draw blood, but only if he couldn’t dodge them.

Highly unlikely.

She was debating between the coffeemaker and the blender when he prowled forward to toss a white paper bag on the polished oak table that matched the china cabinet filled with family heirlooms.

“Here.”

She glared at him, hating the fact that her body was already reacting to his presence.

Not just the easing of her nausea that had become progressively worse during his absence, but the immediate awareness that shivered through her.

God. How could her nipples be hardening beneath her sweatshirt and her pussy already be dampening in preparation for his hard, uncompromising entry?

Okay, he was gorgeous.

A tall, stunningly handsome warrior with a lean, sculpted body and eyes that appeared more jade than gold in fading light.

She was mad as hell at him, but her body craved him as if…as if he’d used one of her love potions on her.

In a desperate effort to ease the destructive tide of lust that was as unwanted as it was unexpected, Isi pointed toward the white bag.

“What is it?”

He leaned forward, pulling out the plastic bowl and removing the lid. “Gumbo.”

Isi’s eyes widened as the mouthwatering smell teased at her nose. There was only one place that made gumbo that smelled like heaven.

“That’s my…” She cut off her words, unwilling to reveal any part of herself to the ruthless Hunter.

“Favorite?” he murmured, moving to the cabinets to open a door and extract a spoon. Returning to the table, he put the spoon in the bowl of gumbo before glancing at her rigid form with an unreadable expression. “I know.”

Her frown deepened.

She knew the Pantera could screw with humans’ minds, but she’d never heard that they could read people’s thoughts.

“How?”

His lips twisted. “I was just leaving your shop when a female stormed up to me demanding to know where you were and why she hadn’t heard from you.”

“Emile.” The older woman owned the restaurant across the street from her shop, and not only made the best gumbo in all of Louisiana, but she watched over Isi like a mother hen. Isi’s heart clenched with sudden fear. “What did you do to her?”

“I told her that you had been ill and that I was taking care of you.” He pointed toward the bowl. “She insisted that her gumbo was necessary to your healing.”

Isi shook her head in disbelief.

Even dressed in a pair of faded jeans and well-worn LSU T-shirt Talon looked like a dangerous, potentially deadly predator.

“She believed you?”

“Why wouldn’t she? It’s the truth.” He pulled out a chair. “Eat.”

She sucked in a deep breath, savoring the scent of seafood and rice in rich broth. It smelled incredible, but her stomach rebelled at the mere thought of indulging in such a spicy meal.

“I don’t think I can.”

His lips flattened. “Don’t be stubborn. I can sense your hunger.”

She folded her arms over her rumbling stomach, hoping that it was the physical hunger he sensed and not the heat that had nothing to do with the steamy bayou night.

“I can’t keep it down,” she muttered.

“Ah.” Comprehension flared in the golden jade eyes. Then, astonishingly, he held out his arms. “Come here.”

She took an awkward step backward. “No way.”

“Stubborn,” he breathed, moving around the table and prowling toward her.

Her ass hit the edge of the counter, halting her retreat.

“What the hell are you doing?” she rasped as he continued forward, not stopping until he was pressed tight against her.

He wrapped his arms around her, lowering his head until she was surrounded in the heat and musk of him.

“Making you better,” he murmured.

“Don’t…” She forgot what she was going to say as the nausea eked away, replaced by a warm sense of pleasure. Even the throbbing pain at the base of her skull disappeared. “Oh, dammit,” she growled, dropping her head against his chest. She knew she should be fighting. The man had called her evil, for christ’s sake. Asshole. But it felt so damned good.

Sucking in a deep breath, she concentrated on the delectable musk that seeped deep inside her, chasing away the last of her sickness.

Not that she wasn’t acutely aware of his hand that rubbed up and down her back with a shockingly tender motion. Or his warm breath that brushed her cheek. Or even the hardening thrust of his arousal that pressed into her lower stomach.

But for now, it was the glorious sensation of well-being that made her sigh in pleasure.

“Can you eat now?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Without warning, Talon scooped her off her feet and carried her toward the table. Then, instead of putting her down, he sat on a wooden chair and tucked her in his lap.

“Talon—”

“Shh.” He reached for the bowl of gumbo, placing it directly in front of her. “Eat.”

Once again she knew she should fight.

This new and improved Talon was obviously some trick.

She didn’t believe for a second that he actually gave a shit if she were suffering.

But it’d been weeks since she’d actually had an appetite and the gumbo smelled so damned good.

Why not enjoy her dinner?

She had plenty of time to be pissed at him after she ate.

Grabbing the spoon, she scooped out a massive bite of the gumbo, shoving it into her mouth with an unashamed lack of female manners.

She groaned as the taste of crawfish and exotic spices hit her tongue. “Oh, god.” She hurriedly scooped more of the gumbo into her mouth. “It’s heaven.”

Talon remained silent as she worked her way through her meal, his hand continuing its soothing path up and down her back and his gaze locked on her face. Isi did her best to ignore him. Well, as much as any female could ignore a six foot two puma shifter with the face of a fallen angel and a blatant sensuality that rubbed against her skin like plush velvet.

Eating the last bite, Isi managed not to lick the bowl—barely—and dropped the spoon onto the table. Then she heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction, savoring the sensation of being full.

“I could put that look on your face,” Talon’s dark voice whispered in her ear, one hand cupping the back of her neck while the other grasped her hip, pressing her against his thick cock. “In fact, I already did.”

She narrowed her gaze. So now they were going from pretending he was some sort of nurturing saint to the smooth seduction routine?

“You’re so full of shit,” she muttered.

He nibbled a path down the line of her jaw, his hips lifting so he could rub his erection against the soft flesh of her ass.

“But you want me.”

She shivered, need thundering through her body. Yes, she wanted him. Dammit. It was taking every ounce of her self-control not to turn so she was straddling him, pressing herself against the length of his cock to ease her ruthless need.

But she’d spent the entire day convincing herself that she wasn’t going to give Talon the Bastard another chance to humiliate her.

He’d called her evil.

He believed she was fated to destroy his people.

She’d had enough people in her life judging her without ever knowing a thing about her, thank you very fucking much.

“Why were you in my store?” she demanded, needing to remind herself she couldn’t trust this Pantera any farther than she could toss him.

He gave a low growl, his fingers tightening on her neck before he blew out a frustrated sigh and reached into his pocket to pull out his cellphone.

With a flick of his finger, he brought up his photos, choosing one that was clearly taken in front of her shop.

“This,” he said.

She frowned in confusion. “My van?”

His finger touched the emblem painted on the back panel. A raven flying across a full moon.

“This is the symbol of Shakpi,” he murmured. “Our enemy.”

She stiffened in his arms. Even expecting the blunt accusation, she flinched.

“I didn’t paint the van,” she muttered before she could halt the words.

“I know,” he said with surprising certainty, tossing his phone on the table. “Your employee Derek designed it.”

She sent him a startled glance. How the hell did he know about Derek?

“Yes. He said it would bring in more customers. I just liked it because—” She lifted her hand toward her birthmark only to drop it as she recalled his assurance that the blemish was a physical manifestation of her evilness. She shrugged. “I thought it was cool.”

He held her gaze, his hand moving to lightly trace the dark spot on her collarbone. “Because of this.”

His touch blazed through her like a wildfire, scorching her nerves until they were unbearably sensitive.

Which only pissed her off.

She didn’t want Talon to be the one man who could make her crave his touch. To make her so hungry she could barely think.

At least…she shouldn’t want it to be him.

“So you went to my shop looking for my tails and horns and pitchfork,” she muttered, her nipples hardening in anticipation of his touch. “Did you find them?”

“I found Derek,” he admitted, leaning forward to replace his fingers with the destructive touch of his lips. “And he confessed you weren’t involved with the traitors.”

She shuddered, her gaze locked on the savage beauty of his face as he used his tongue to trace the distinctive birthmark.

“And yet you don’t trust me,” she husked, barely able to breathe.

His fingers slipped into the short strands of her hair, tugging back her head so his lips could explore the satin length of her neck.

“I don’t trust my judgment when you’re near.”

She tried to squelch the moan that was wrenched from her throat. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“The prophecy says you’re destined to destroy me.” His fingers skimmed from her hip to tease the bare skin of her lower back. Then, as his teeth nipped the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, he moved his hand to discoverri the ribbon that laced together the back of her tiny top. With one tug her silky fabric was falling down to expose her bare breasts. Talon hissed as he pulled back to admire his handiwork, the jade that rimmed his eyes darkening with a brutal hunger. “But when I look at you all I see is how desperately I want you.”

“Talon,” she breathed, unable to disguise the edge of yearning that thickened her voice.

His fingers tightened in her hair. Possessive. Demanding.

“Say it again.” It was an order, not a request.

“Talon.”

Isi was lost in the unyielding heat of his eyes, feeling as if she were slowly melting beneath the potent heat of his desire.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She better than anyone understood the need to protect herself from the monsters that filled her world. The pervs, the pimps and the users who were constant threats to young girls on their own.

So why now, when she was trapped in the Wildlands and surrounded by her enemies, was she so eager to make herself utterly vulnerable? She should be kicking some serious feline butt, not battling the urge to sink her hands in that thick, golden hair and kiss him senseless.

Of course, maybe she was looking at this from the wrong angle, she told herself as he dipped his head so he could use the very tip of his tongue to tease at her nipple.

Christ. Why not accept that she wanted this man, for whatever reason, and use him, just as he was no doubt using her?

If he intended to hold her prisoner, she might as well get a mind-blowing orgasm out of the deal, shouldn’t she?

Not giving herself time to consider the numerous faults in her clouded logic, Isi reached down to yank her top off the rest of the way, before grabbing his T-shirt and performing the same service.

She trembled at the sight of his smooth, bronzed skin that was stretched tautly over the hard, chiseled muscles. His chest was broad and tapered to a flat stomach with a six-pack her fingers lingered to explore. He was sleek and well-toned without unnecessary bulk. And his hands…lord, they were magic as they cupped her breasts with a possessive touch that sent streaks of heat directly to all her most intimate places.

He was hard, male perfection top to bottom, and every place in between.

The bastard.

“This means nothing,” she muttered.

“Tell yourself whatever you want, darling.” A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “But don’t doubt for a second that I intend to give you a night you’re never going to forget.”

“Arrogant.”

He nipped the tip of her nipple, making Isi’s heart stutter in shock. How could the tiny pain send jolts of ecstasy through her?

“Confident in my ability to please you.”

“You’re so full of shit…” Her taunting words were completely ruined as his lips closed around the nipple, sucking her with an expertise that had her trembling with need. “Oh.”

“Oh, indeed,” he growled, moving his lips to her collarbone. “I fucking want to taste you all over.”

His enticing musk invaded her senses, embedding itself so deep inside her that she feared it would remain a permanent part of her.

“What are you doing to me?” she muttered, her hands running a restless path down his chest.

His soft laugh brushed over her cheek as he reached down to grasp the button on her jeans, helping her wriggle out of them before tossing them across the room.

“Nothing you aren’t doing to me,” he muttered, arching back to run a searing gaze over her body now covered in nothing more than a red thong.

Isi shivered, the gold and jade gaze a near tangible force as it moved from the tattoo that ran the length of her neck to linger on her breasts that felt oddly heavy.

“Why does your musk make me feel better?”

His hands glided down to grip her hips, his lips tracing the curve of her breast.

“Actually, I don’t have a clue.”

“Can you use it as a—”

His hands gripped her hips, abruptly lifting her up so he could tug her to face him, settling her back down so she straddled his lap. A groan was wrenched from her throat as the hard line of his cock hit her tender clitoris, nearly making her come.

“A what?”

She struggled to think as he returned his attention to her aching breasts. “An aphrodisiac?”

“It can be.” He tilted back his head to flash her a grin filled with wicked promise. “But trust me, I don’t need an aphrodisiac to make you hot and bothered.”

She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his shoulders. “Don’t mock me.”

He continued to tease her nipple, rubbing his cock with flawless precision against her. Oh…shit. It felt good. Violently, insanely good.

“Mocking is not what I want to be doing with you,” he said, kissing a path between her breasts.

“Talon.”

With a low groan, Talon lifted his head to claim her lips in a kiss that demanded complete surrender. Hunger blasted through her, searing away any hope of resistance.

“Before this night is over I intend to hear you scream my name,” he husked against her lips. “Over and over.”

She pressed against his erection in blatant invitation. “You talk a big game, but how do I know you can deliver?”

He chuckled, blazing a path of kisses down her throat. “Don’t ever challenge a Pantera, darling. I might not ever allow you out of my bed again.”

She instinctively shied from his possessive tone.

“I’ll leave your bed whenever I want to,” she warned, deliberately rubbing against his cock. She smiled at his violent shudder of pleasure. “And if you think you can manipulate me with sex, you’d better think again.”

“Isi,” he growled, his eyes narrowing. “Can you stop searching for an insult in everything I say?”

“I just don’t want you assuming—”

His hands moved over her body, his mouth planting restless kisses between her breasts and down the quivering plane of her stomach.

“There’s no assumption,” he rasped. “Just you and me. Let yourself go.”

Isi gasped when he grabbed her by the waist and before she knew what was happening, she found herself perched on the edge of the table with Talon kneeling between her spread legs. Leaning forward, he dipped his tongue into her belly button, a shocking bolt of pleasure aiming straight between her legs.

Holy shit. Talon truly was a Hunter.

He went straight for the kill.

She planted her hands on the table behind her, feeling as if she was being assaulted with sensations. The bold exploration of his hands, the moist caress of his tongue, the heady musk that stirred her senses.

It was like being tossed into the middle of a raging vortex.

“Just for tonight,” she managed to rasp.

He lifted his head to stare at her with open amusement. “You won’t budge an inch, will you, Isi?”

“Never.” Way past the point of no return, Isi decided the only thing left was to give in to the inevitable. Running her hands up the curve of his neck, she plunged her fingers into his hair. “Now shut up and prove you’re more than just talk.”

Hell no, she didn’t just go there.

What Pantera could resist a blatant challenge to his manhood?

Especially if proving his manhood meant taking this female over and over, until she was too sated with pleasure to move.

Of course, he would prefer if she wasn’t watching him with that wary defiance, as if convinced he was plotting some nefarious means to hurt her. Not that he could blame her. He’d given her little reason to trust him.

Something that was going to change.

Gently spreading her legs wider, Talon allowed his hands to skim up her bare thighs, his gaze drinking in the sight of the tiny scrap of lace that was all that hid her delectable pussy.

His heart thundered as his fingers headed toward the sweet spot, feeling off-balanced by the intensity of his desire.

He expected the male part of him to be ready and eager to have sex with this female. Even when he was trying to convince himself she couldn’t be trusted, he was battling his ruthless desire. But the hunger of his cat was unexpected.

He’d never had his animal so close to the surface during sex. It was intensely erotic to have his pleasure echoed within the cat.

He didn’t question why his animal would be so intensely fascinated by Isi.

Not when he was already beginning to suspect the truth.

She hissed out a sharp breath as the power of his cat glowed in his eyes, filling the room with a golden light. Not that she was afraid. Not his foolishly brave Isi.

It was the same raw hunger that clawed at him.

“I need to taste you,” he said thickly, his fingers at last reaching the edge of her thong. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Her eyes darkened, her hands tightening in his hair as he allowed a claw to form, slicing through the delicate fabric. His cat growled in pleasure as the satin fluttered to the table, leaving her bare to his avid gaze.

Damn.

She was beautiful.

His mouth watered as he slowly leaned forward, closely monitoring her reaction. As desperately as he wanted her, he was prepared to halt the second she revealed any hesitation.

She watched him from beneath lowered lashes, her face flushed with passion. Then, for one breathless second she tensed, her expression troubled. Talon swallowed a curse.

Isi had been forced to the Wildlands, and then bullied into staying.

He wasn’t going to pressure her into sex if she had doubts.

But before he could pull away, she tightened her fingers in his hair and tugged him forward.

He met her smoldering gaze. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” She gave a slow nod, her dark hair with its blue highlights shimmering like satin in the dim light. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He studied her for a long moment, waiting until he could see the frantic urgency smoldering in her midnight eyes.

Only then did he lean forward, at last allowing his tongue to stroke through her slick fold.

His eyes slid shut in pleasure.

Christ.

She tasted of magnolia and woman. Sweet, luscious cream and power.

Talon’s cock twitched, pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

He needed to be in her.

He needed to mark her. Not only with his passion, but with his musk. Hell, with his very essence.

The thought should have been terrifying. Instead, nothing had ever felt more right.

This female was precisely what he needed. Strong. Independent. But with a heart that was aching for the opportunity to love.

They’d both lost their families and deep inside they were both searching for a place to call home.

Something they could build together.

Isi, however, instinctively shied from his possessive animal instinct.

“Keep your cat leashed, fur ball,” she muttered.

His hands grabbed the curve of her waist, holding her still as his tongue found her swollen clitoris.

“My cat is the least of your concerns, darling.”

“You…oh, shit.”

For once, she was speechless as Talon flicked his tongue over her tender nub, her hips rocking upward in a silent plea for release. Again and again he stroked through her damp heat, his cat snarling in satisfaction as he wrenched a low whimper from the stubborn female.

In this moment nothing was as important as giving her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before.

“Isi, come for me,” he commanded in thick tones.

She moaned, her body trembling as she hovered on the edge of climax. “No, Talon,” she breathed. “I want you inside me.”

Her soft plea sliced through him, and he reluctantly pulled back. As much as he wanted to taste her orgasm on his tongue, he wanted to please her more.

And if that meant waiting to give her an orgasm when he was buried deep inside her…then that’s exactly what he would do.

Gritting his teeth, Talon rose to his feet, hastily yanking off his boots so he could dispose of his jeans. The taste of Isi lingered on his tongue, the scent of magnolias making his head spin.

Unaware of how close he was to the edge, or perhaps simply enjoying her power over him, Isi stared at the throbbing length of his cock, a hectic passion glowing in her dark eyes.

He reached to grasp her around the waist, hauling her up his body to claim her lips with an intensity that branded her as his.

“I can’t wait,” he muttered.

She deliberately wrapped her long legs around his hips, her smile smug. “I thought cats were known for their stamina.”

“Hold on, darling.” Talon lowered onto the chair, the tip of his cock at the entrance to her body. Then, with a slow, ruthless thrust he pushed himself into her damp channel, not halting until his balls were pressed tight against her ass.

“Oh, god…yes,” she husked.

Running his hands up her back, Talon sucked the tip of her breast between his lips, relishing her low moan of pleasure. She fit as tight as a glove around him, making him tremble with the effort to wait until she was accustomed to his penetration.

“You feel perfect,” he rasped. “Ride me, Isi.”

Planting her hands on his shoulders, she lifted her hips, drawing him out to the very tip before slowly sinking back down, burying him deep inside her. Talon muttered a curse, his hands gripping her hips as he battled against the climax that was already building.

Dammit. She’d just challenged his stamina. There was no way in hell he was going to come before he was certain she was satisfied.

But never before had sex called to both the man and cat inside him.

Sweat gathered on his brow as he concentrated on the mesmerizing beauty of her midnight eyes. The wary suspicion was gone, the pupils dilated as she quickened her pace.

His hips lifted to meet her downward strokes, his growl of satisfaction filling the air as she leaned down to sink her teeth into the flesh at the base of his neck, drawing blood.

The air was saturated with the perfume of her arousal, her slender body bowing above him as she tipped back her head and lost herself in the pleasure.

“Talon,” she cried softly, a desperate edge in her voice as her orgasm neared.

“Darling,” he whispered. “Trust me.”

“I…” She moaned in pleasure as Talon tightened his grip on her hips, driving deep into her with an unyielding tempo. “Yes, that’s it.”

“I have you, Isi,” he swore, his hand cupping the back of her head and tugging her down so he could kiss her with savage pleasure. “And I’m never letting go.”

Their tongues tangled, their bodies moving together at a frantic pace. Then, just when Talon feared he was going to explode, he felt Isi stiffen, her cry of completion muffled against his lips.

Talon felt his claws emerge, slicing through the lower skin of her back as her climax clutched at his cock, his hips slamming upward as he unleashed his passion in a flurry of wild hunger.

His cat howled in satisfaction as his orgasm burst through him, the violent jolts of pleasure radiating through his entire body.

Realization hit him at the same moment.

This woman was his.

His mate.

His destiny.

For all eternity.

CHAPTER FIVE

Talon managed to stagger up the stairs with a limp Isi in his arms, his knees still weak from the intense pleasure that had exploded through his body.

A part of him had wanted to linger in the kitchen. To lay her across the table and eat his dinner off the satin magnolia of her skin before sliding his aching cock back into her body and stroking them both to paradise.

But a more logical part of him understood they needed to talk before he indulged his ravenous hunger.

Not the least of which, he had to somehow explain that in the heat of their passion he’d marked her as his mate.

Yeah. That was going to go over well.

He grimaced, hoping she didn’t slice off his balls in his sleep.

Oddly, he didn’t question how he’d gone from considering her the enemy to accepting her as his mate with such ease.

His cat had known she belonged to him the second it’d caught her scent. It just took the male side of him a bit longer to figure it out.

Now both were in agreement.

Isi was his mate.

And somehow he had to convince her to accept him.

A task he’d made a hell of a lot more difficult when he’d accused her of being an enemy to the Pantera.

Entering his bedroom, Talon crossed to the wide bed and gently placed her in the middle of the mattress, crawling to lie beside her. Gently he pulled her into his arms, her weary head snuggled on his shoulder.

It felt…right.

Not only having Isi in his arms, but being in this cottage that had been empty for so many years.

It was almost as if he could sense his parents’ approval.

Heaving a soft sigh, Isi tilted back her head, her exotic beauty shrouded in shadows.

“That shouldn’t have happened,” she muttered.

He smiled wryly. Those were the words he’d been waiting to hear since she’d collapsed in utter completion.

“Why?”

She struggled to reconstruct the brittle barriers that she kept between herself and the world.

“Obviously because I don’t have sex with people who think I’m evil.”

He slid a finger beneath her chin, easily becoming lost in the dark beauty of her eyes. “I don’t think you’re evil.”

A hint of vulnerability touched her pale face. “Then what do you think?”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, his gaze lightly moving over the fragile features to the diamond piercings that shimmered on her nose. They only added to her unique beauty. As did her tattoos and even her birthmark.

They were the proof that this woman was as much a warrior as he was.

“I think that you were given a shitty start to life, but you’ve not only managed to survive, but to become an intelligent, competent woman able to create her own business,” he murmured in soft tones. “And one who is courageous and loyal enough to be willing to suffer just to help a sister who was a complete stranger to you.”

Her expression remained stubbornly defiant. “Nice, but we both know I’m staying because the elders want me dead.”

He leaned down to snatch a brief, utterly carnal kiss. “Lie to yourself if you want, but you can’t lie to me,” he murmured. Over the past hours he’d started to understand the gentle female beneath the hard façade. “If it weren’t for Ashe you would have disappeared the night you were brought to the Wildlands.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t say that.”

He frowned, easily sensing her distress. “Why are you so scared to admit your feelings?”

“Because feelings are for suckers.”

He arched a brow. “Suckers?”

“They’re anchors that weigh you down,” she said, a sudden tension humming through her slender body. “To survive you have to keep moving.”

Talon’s heart squeezed, easily able to picture Isi as a little girl, lost and terrified in an institutional setting that taught her emotions were a weakness.

“Or you can depend on those who love you to keep you safe,” he assured her, his hand running down her bare back to linger on the healing scratches that were proof of their mating.

She shivered, reacting to the tenderness of the mark. “I don’t depend on anyone but myself.”

“You can depend on me.”

She pressed her hands to his chest. “No.”

“Yes.” He held her gaze, his expression fierce. “You feel it, Isi. Don’t deny it.”

The truth flared through her eyes…the knowledge that they were fated to be together.

Not that she was going to accept her destiny.

Not without a fight.

“And what about the elders?” she demanded, doing her best to throw fences up between them. “They believe I’m destined to destroy you.”

He clenched his jaw. He didn’t have an answer.

Not yet.

But he was damned certain that she wasn’t any harbinger of doom.

The problem was how to prove it.

“How did you learn about the Pantera?” he abruptly demanded.

She shrugged. “Everyone’s heard the rumors of the savage half-men half-beasts that live in the swamps.”

“Most assume we’re a myth,” he pointed out. “But you specifically cater to my people.”

The rigid tension began to ease from her muscles, her fingers drawing absent patterns on his chest. Talon trembled beneath her soft caress, his cat purring in contentment.

Christ, he would walk through fire just for her touch.

“I was always fascinated with mixing my tattoo inks with different materials,” she murmured, seemingly unaware she’d completely domesticated him. “And the voodoo priestess who helped train me in creating my spells and potions encouraged me to use malachite. She was the one who introduced me to my first Pantera. Others followed.”

Talon latched onto the obvious connection. “Was the voodoo priestess called Lady Cerise?”

“No.” She stared at him, genuine fear flashing through her eyes. “How do you know that name?”

His hand lifted to cup her nape, gently rubbing his thumb along the side of her neck. “Your friend Derek was approached by her,” he said. “That’s how he ended up in your shop.”

Her breath tangled in her throat, her eyes wide. “Shit.”

Concern clenched his heart. Isi clearly felt threatened by the woman.

“Who is she?”

Isi shivered. “She first approached me in Baton Rouge. I was already a student of Esme, but Lady Cerise continued to come into the voodoo shop where I was working, claiming that she could teach me magic that would be far more powerful than my potions.”

“You weren’t interested?”

“There was something…evil about her.” She narrowed her gaze, determinedly remembering his stupid reaction to her birthmark. “Truly evil.”

With a deliberate motion he dipped his head down to stroke his lips over the dark mark on her collarbone, silently apologizing for having hurt her.

“So you declined her offer?” he murmured, his lips brushing her skin.

She heaved a rueful sigh, accepting that he wasn’t going to let her keep him at a distance. Instead, she threaded her fingers through his hair as his lips moved to the fascinating spot where her shoulder met her neck.

“More than that,” she said, her tone growing distracted. “I fled Baton Rouge when she took an apartment in the same building where I was living, and moved to New Orleans. She was seriously creeping me out.”

“She followed you?” Talon demanded, grabbing her hand and lowering it toward the aching length of his cock.

Without further urging she wrapped her fingers around his hard length, stroking down to his heavy sack.

A smug smile touched her lips at his tortured groan.

“Yes, but she kept her distance so I did my best to ignore her.”

“There must be something that she wants from you,” Talon said, trying to put together the pieces of the dangerous puzzle.

He now knew that the enemy had been keeping track of Isi, and that they were searching for someone who was obviously important to their cause. He’d also made certain that the Suits had eyes on Derek who would eventually lead them to the warehouse where Lon and his crew were hopefully hidden.

Later he would send someone to New Orleans to search for the mysterious Lady Cerise.

Those were all steps in the right direction.

For now, he intended to concentrate on his new mate.

Her fingers began to pump up and down his erection with a steady pace, and he made a raw sound of approval.

“Lady Cerise isn’t the only one to want something from me,” she muttered.

With a strangled groan, Talon rolled so he was perched on top of her slender body, framing her face in his hands.

“All I want is your happiness,” he swore, holding her wary gaze so she couldn’t mistake his sincerity. “And I promise, no matter what it takes, that’s what I’ll give you.”

Her lips parted, her expression a mix between wariness and a grudging hope.

“Talon.”

“You know you’re mine. You feel it here.” He lowered his head to press his lips directly over her thundering heart. “And here.” He moved to lick the tip of one tightly clenched nipple before spreading his kisses down the flat plane of her stomach. “And here.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, her legs instinctively spreading as he licked through the warm, delectable sweetness.

“And most definitely here,” he rasped, thrusting his tongue deep into her body. She gasped, her body arching as she clenched the sheet beneath her. “Admit it, Isi,” he urged, continuing to torment her as she remained stubbornly silent. “Tell me that you belong to me.”

“I…” Her words broke off in a blissful sigh, her hands reaching to grasp his hair as he expertly tongued her to a swift climax. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I belong to you.”

He lifted his head, meeting her dazed eyes. “Forever.”

Isi understood on a basic level that she’d lost her mind.

There could be no other explanation for the joy that bubbled through her as she lay entangled on the bed with her annoying cat.

Hers.

Talon was right.

She’d felt a connection to him before they’d ever met.

The scent of his musk had not only eased her illness, but it’d stirred a longing deep inside her that she hadn’t fully appreciated until Talon had appeared.

It was as if her heart and soul had already realized that she’d found the man destined to break through her barriers to claim the lonely woman beneath.

Just the sort of corny, fairy-tale ending that used to make her gag.

As far as she was concerned, Disney was selling a load of crap to young girls.

And then Talon had crashed into her life.

The prickly, impossibly arrogant cat had done his best to piss her off from their first meeting.

So was it any wonder she was struggling to admit to her growing bond?

Not that Talon was going to allow her the time or space to come to terms with their intense, rapidly changing relationship.

He was leaning on his elbow, glaring down at her with a narrowed gaze.

“You said it,” he accused. “You agreed you belonged to me.”

She tried to be annoyed by his insistence. Unfortunately, she could barely form a coherent thought as she studied the spectacular beauty of his face. Christ. No man should have such stunning eyes. It was completely unfair.

“You can’t hold a person responsible for anything they say in bed.” She said, her voice pathetically weak. “That’s the rule.”

“Whose rule?” he demanded.

“Mine.”

He leaned down until they were nose to nose, the light picking up the copper highlights in his hair.

“This is my bed and my rules. You said you belong to me, so you do.”

She shook her head. She might have shoved him away if her body hadn’t been too lethargic from her last explosive orgasm.

“You can’t just make the decision.”

Talon abruptly stiffened. Almost as if her words had struck a nerve.

“Actually, I should probably admit that…”

Isi arched a brow as he hesitated. Since when did arrogant, “I’m always right” Talon pause to consider his words?

“What?” she prompted.

“That I marked you.”

She stared at him, waiting to hear the punch line. Surely he couldn’t actually be saying what she thought he was saying.

“You mean…you marked me, marked me?” she demanded. “As in mating mark?”

His expression was somber as he ensnared her gaze, forcing her to accept that this was no joke.

“Yes.”

She licked her dry lips. “What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.” His hand slid down her spine, lingering at the sensitive spot on her lower back where he’d marked her. “You’re mine.”

Isi struggled to be pissed at his outrageous proclamation.

What right did he have to mark her?

She wasn’t a piece of property he could just claim.

She was a thoroughly independent woman who had no intention of tying herself to another human being, let alone a Pantera.

But she wasn’t pissed.

In fact, she had a disturbing suspicion that if she’d just let down her guard she would discover that his mark was the inevitable conclusion to their heated mating dance.

“Don’t you think you should have asked me if I wanted to be yours?” she forced herself to demand.

His eyes were more jade than gold as he studied her face with a tenderness that made her heart pound in her chest.

“It’s not a question of choice.” His fingers lightly feathered over his marks of possession, the caress sending erotic jolts of pleasure through her. “At least not for me.”

A surge of satisfaction burst through her before she could tilt her chin to a defiant angle. “And me?”

He held her gaze, his musk teasing at her senses like the finest aphrodisiac. “I would never hold you against your will, Isi,” he swore. “Whether you decide to accept the mating is in your hands.”

“And if I don’t?” she challenged. “What happens to you?”

A raw, starkly painful emotion darkened his eyes. “I will continue to try and earn your love for the rest of my life.”

Isi bit her bottom lip.

It was, of course, the absolutely perfect thing to say.

The bastard.

“Oh,” she whispered.

His head dipped down to kiss her. Then he gave a sudden hiss, jumping off the bed and rushing to the window. “Shit.”

Alarm blasted through Isi as she shoved herself off the bed. “What?

“Put this on,” he commanded, tossing her one of his T-shirts before reaching to pull on a pair of faded jeans.

Isi didn’t argue, tugging the T-shirt over her head. It fell to mid-thigh, covering the basics.

Not that she really gave a shit what she was or wasn’t exposing. It was obvious something bad was happening.

“Talon, what is it?” she rasped.

His face was grim. “Intruders.”

Oh, hell. Her heart squeezed with fear.

“Human?”

“No.” He headed toward the door of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To get rid of the trespassers.”

Panic thundered through her as she chased after him, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She didn’t have to ask who was out there. Talon wouldn’t be so on edge if it was anyone but the elders.

“Not alone,” she pleaded. “We have to call Raphael.”

Never slowing his determined stride, Talon snatched his cellphone off the table and tossed it in her direction.

“You call,” he said, sending her a warning glare. “And don’t come out of this house.”

“But…” She muttered a curse as Talon stepped out of the cottage, firmly closing the door behind him. “Dammit.”

With shaky hands she pressed on the phone and scrolled to find Raphael’s number. Within seconds she heard a familiar voice.

“What?”

“It’s Isi,” she said, her voice a raspy croak. “Come to the cottage. And hurry.”

She placed the phone on the counter and headed to pull open the door.

Talon could toss out as many orders as he wanted, but she’d be damned if she was going to allow him to fight her battles.

She stepped onto the porch, her gaze moving to the two large, male Pantera in human form who bracketed a strange mist just inside the front gate. She felt a terrifying chill spear through her heart as the mist parted to reveal three female puma.

The three ranged in shades from brown to a pristine white, with different colored eyes. But they all shared the same aura of ancient power.

The sort of power she couldn’t hope to battle.

The elders.

She gave a startled jump as they suddenly spoke. Not just because they combined their voices to speak as one, but because they didn’t speak aloud. Instead she heard them in her mind.

“Step aside, Talon,” they commanded of the man who blocked the pathway to the house.

The stubborn cat folded his arms over his chest. “No.”

The mist trembled around the elders, as if astonished by Talon’s refusal to obey. Odd. Isi had known him only a few days and she could have informed them that he had an allergy to being told what to do.

“The female must be sacrificed if we are to rescue our lands from destruction,” they said in unison.

Isi wrapped her arms around her waist, glaring at the pumas. Bitches.

Talon growled low in his throat. “You don’t know that her sacrifice will do anything to save the Wildlands.”

“It was foretold.”

“Prophecies can be interpreted to mean anything,” Talon argued.

The elders regarded him with flat gazes, a sudden heat prickling in the air.

“Will you risk the future of your people to protect the female?”

His answer came without hesitation. “Yes.”

Isi forgot to breathe, her gaze locked on Talon’s broad back as he stood between her and the powerful females who wanted her dead.

Never had anyone stood up for her. Let alone risked their life to protect her.

God…Talon was willing to sacrifice his people.

The last layer of her protective barriers shattered as the bond between them settled into place, irrevocably binding them together.

There was the sensation of surprise before the voices of the elders echoed through her brain.

“You’ve mated her.”

“Fate mated us,” Talon countered.

Mated. Yes. The word was perfect for the bond she felt for Talon.

But even as she adjusted to the knowledge that her future was forever bound to the cat, a fierce fury was racing through her.

She’d been alone for as long as she could remember, and now, just when she had the opportunity to share her world with a man who she loved and a sister who needed her, the damned elders were threatening to snatch it all away.

“It changes nothing,” they were saying, their gazes studying her with a grim determination.

“Fuck that,” Talon snarled. “It changes everything.”

“You will give us the female or you will die,” the elders warned.

Talon shrugged. “Then I die.”

“No.”

The horrified denial was jerked from Isi’s lips as she rushed down the steps to stand beside her mate.

Talon turned to glare at her with a smoldering frustration. “I told you to stay in the house.”

She lifted a hand to brush her fingers through his silky hair, her heart twisting with a fear that had nothing to do with her own danger, and everything to do with this man who’d somehow become a vital part of her existence.

“I won’t let them hurt you.”

His expression tightened with a savage need to protect her. “Not your choice.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “It is.”

“Dammit, Isi,” he growled. “You’re not alone anymore. We’re in this together.”

Together. A wistful smile touched her lips.

It was ironic. She spent her whole life avoiding relationships, certain they would demand a price she wasn’t willing to pay. Now, when she was facing certain death, she realized that there was no price to love.

It didn’t take.

It gave.

Everything.

“Not if it means watching you die,” she said in husky tones. “Anything but that.”

His cat glowed in his eyes, his emotions scalding the air with heat as the two male Pantera rapidly approached.

“Isi…no.”

Her finger brushed his lips before she was turning to haul ass toward the side gate, glancing over her shoulder as she flipped off the elders.

“You want me? Then catch me, you bitches.”

CHAPTER SIX

Talon was braced for the two Hunters who charged toward him, prepared to kill them if that’s what it took to protect his mate.

It didn’t matter that he’d trained with them. Or that they were only following the commands of the elders.

If they stood between him and the woman who was his other half then they had to die.

On the point of shifting, Talon was caught off-guard when the nearest Pantera halted, pointing a small crossbow in his direction.

What the hell?

He dodged to the side as the small bolt whizzed toward him, striking him in the upper thigh.

The weapon wasn’t large enough to cause permanent damage, but Talon swiftly realized that he was in trouble.

Already a thick potion laced with malachite was pumping through his bloodstream, caging his cat and weakening him.

God. Dammit.

“Don’t interfere, Talon,” the voices of the elders thundered through his mind as they went in pursuit of Isi who’d already vaulted over the gate and disappeared into the marshes.

The two guards followed behind them, leaving Talon to collapse against the stairs of the porch.

Black fury engulfed him, his cat roaring in distress as the scent of his mate faded.

On hands and knees he tried to claw his way toward the gate, refusing to give up despite the knowledge that he’d never get to Isi before she was caught by the elders.

He would fucking drag himself across the entire country to get to his mate.

He’d managed to crawl halfway down the path when he heard a startled curse and Raphael was abruptly kneeling beside him.

“What the hell is going on?”

Talon reached out to grab Raphael’s hand. “The elders…they have Isi. You have to save her.”

“Shit,” Raphael muttered. “What did they do to you?”

Talon struggled to lift his head, meeting Raphael’s eyes that glowed with a luminous rage.

“Malachite,” he managed to mutter.

With another round of foul curses, Raphael ran his hand over Talon’s trembling body, at last locating the dart.

“This is going to hurt,” the older cat warned, yanking out the dart before he used his dagger to cut a deep incision and sucking out the potion like it was snake poison.

Instantly Talon began to feel stronger.

With the source of the malachite removed, his natural immune system kicked into gear, beginning to burn away the effects of the mineral.

Forcing himself upright, Talon would have tumbled on his face if Raphael hadn’t reached out to wrap an arm around his shoulders, hauling Talon against his side.

“Damn,” he growled.

“I’ve got you,” Raphael promised, keeping Talon upright as they headed toward the gate.

Talon’s balance remained uncertain and his movements painfully stiff, but he grimly forced himself to keep pace as Raphael led them along the edge of the marsh, the older Pantera’s expression intent as he remained locked on the trail.

Then without warning he came to a halt. “Dammit.”

Talon clenched his teeth, the need to get to Isi pounding through him with a brutal insistence.

“What?”

Raphael grimaced. “The elders used their mist to mask their scent.”

Talon closed his eyes, concentrating on his bond with Isi. “I can find her.”

“You’re mated?” Raphael demanded in surprise.

“Not now,” Talon snarled. “We have to get to Isi.”

“Fine. Where are they?”

“The temple.”

Raphael gave a sharp nod and together they were headed toward the most sacred section of the Wildlands. Less than fifteen minutes later they approached the wide, cypress bridge that extended across the moonlit bayou.

It was said that the middle of the bridge marked the precise spot where the sisters Opela and Shakpi were born.

And where Opela had sacrificed herself to imprison her evil sister.

Tonight the foot of the bridge was brightly lit with torches. The pools of light surrounded the three elders who sat before Isi who’d been tied to a wooden pier. On each side of her was a male Pantera guard holding a large dagger. Not that they needed the weapons. Isi was not only bound and gagged, but she was barely conscious, with a large bruise already forming on the side of her head where she’d been hit.

Talon roared in outrage, desperately trying to shift so he could rip the bastards to tiny, bloody shreds.

“Stay back.” The voices of the elders blasted through his brain, but Talon moved grimly forward.

“Talon.” Raphael grabbed his arm, holding him in place. Then he turned to glare at the elders. “Don’t do this.”

“We have no choice,” they replied in unison. “Look at the land. Even here, in this sacred place, the magic is fading.”

Talon glanced toward the mossy ground, noticing for the first time that it had turned a sickly shade of brown. A part of him was saddened by the sight of the decay. He was as horrified as any Pantera at the thought that the Wildlands were endangered.

But in this moment, nothing mattered but rescuing Isi.

Raphael spoke directly to the elders. “My baby…the first Pantera in fifty years…will die without her.”

The elders never allowed their attention to waver from Isi or the men who both lifted daggers to slice through Isi’s forearms, the wounds deep enough to allow blood to drip down her arms and onto the ground.

Talon lunged forward, only to be halted by Raphael. He growled in fury, but the malachite still coursed through his blood, making him too weak to fight the larger Pantera.

“This is the only way to ensure the child will survive,” the elders pronounced, hissing in disgust as Isi’s blood hit the ground with a loud sizzle, scorching what was left of the dying vegetation. “There. You see. Her blood is toxic.”

A shocked silence filled the air as they watched in varying degrees of horror as the blood continued to spread over the ground, leaving blackened earth in its path.

It was as if her blood held a wildfire that destroyed whatever it touched.

Chillingly aware of what was going to happen next, Talon fiercely called on his cat, overcoming the lingering malachite with grim resolution.

In a blur of power he shifted, lunging forward before anyone could react to his abrupt attack.

His roar shook the ground as he rammed into one of the guards who’d dare to hurt Isi, using one brutal swipe of his paw to knock him unconscious. Without hesitation, he was slamming into the second guard, catching him before he could shift and defend himself.

His teeth sank into the man’s flesh, but before he could rip out his throat, Raphael was at his side, yelling directly into his ear.

“Wait. Dammit, Talon, look.”

Slowly the words penetrated the red haze that filled Talon’s mind with the need to kill, forcing him to release his prey and glance where Raphael was pointing.

Astonishment jolted through Talon, jerking him from his cat form to human. Instinctively he moved to stand as a barrier between Isi and the elders, his frantic gaze watching as the blackened earth trembled, as if a powerful force was surging from beneath the ground. Then tiny, tender sprouts of green began to break through the crusty dirt.

“It’s starting regrow,” he breathed. “She’s healing the land.”

There was the sensation of furious disbelief as the mist around the elders shimmered in the torchlight.

“It’s her death—”

“Stop.” Talon took his life in his hands by challenging the powerful females. “You see what’s happening.” He swept his hand toward the tender green shoots that were beginning to spread. “Are you going to let your stubborn belief that you’re always right destroy our hope for the future?”

Raphael moved to stand at his side, his arms folded over his chest. “Talon is right. Until we understand what is happening, we can’t risk destroying the female.”

There was a long silence, as if the elders were arguing among themselves. Talon swiftly used their distraction to turn back to Isi, using a claw to slice through the ropes that bound her to the pier.

His heart clenched as she tumbled into his arms. She was barely conscious, her body trembling from a combination of pain and shock.

God dammit.

He’d failed her. She was his to protect, but he’d allowed her to be stolen from him and injured.

“Talon.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his throat.

He scooped her off her feet, cradling her against his chest. “I’ve got you, darling,” he swore, his gaze locked on the elders. No one was taking her away. Not ever again. “And I’m never letting you go.”

“You have made your point, Talon,” the elder with white fur spoke in his head, taking the lead for her sisters. “Although we are not convinced she is harmless, there is enough doubt to delay her death until we have a greater understanding of what is occurring.”

“I think I might be able to help.” Stepping from the shadows at the edge of the sacred land, a male Pantera offered the elders a low bow. “May I approach?”

The elders spoke in unison. “Welcome, Xavier.”

The tall, mocha-toned man with startling blue eyes moved gracefully forward.

Talon felt a leap of hope at the sight of the leader of the Geeks. If anyone had managed to coax the secrets from the computers Talon had brought from Baton Rouge, it would be this brilliant Pantera.

“What did you discover?” he demanded, ignoring the annoyance of the ancient females who clearly felt they should be in charge.

He didn’t give shit who he had to piss off.

He was going to do whatever necessary to protect his mate.

Xavier walked forward, his gaze flickering toward the fresh green vegetation on the ground before moving to Isi who remained cradled in Talon’s arms.

“I know who our enemies are searching for.”

Talon felt a tingle of premonition inch down his spine as Xavier’s dark gaze remained locked on Isi.

“Who?” Raphael at last demanded.

“Chayton,” the Geek revealed. “Father of Isi and Ashe.”