by Meg Ripley
As I was considering whether I should try to beat her or let her win the game, we heard a noise outside; a rustling of leaves and twigs. Our heads snapped to attention at the same time, then I looked at her. “Doesn’t sound big.”
“No, it doesn’t.” She narrowed her eyes.
“Probably just a coon. If you hunt them often, they’d smell it and come around. They come around here a lot, don’t they?”
“No, they don’t. I have several small game traps set. Something small as a coon shouldn’t make it within fifty feet of this cabin.”
“Guess we’d better check it out then.”
We walked out onto the front porch and listened. The rustling stopped for the moment, and I could have sworn I smelled a raccoon.
She pulled off her top and dropped it on the porch, then stepped out of her shorts. Just like that. I took off the clothes she gave me and followed. There’s no way I’d let her shift and run off by herself. She roared into her panther form, and I leapt into my bear, showing off with a twist mid-air.
She glanced at me, rolled her eyes, and began to run.
13
Britt
I took off running, looking behind me to see how close he was. A coon. So what if there was a damn coon out there? I laughed to myself. He’d fallen for it. I just wanted to get out and run, so I came up with the perfect excuse. They didn’t bother me none; it was probably just stuck in my trap.
I wanted to mess with him, so I stopped short and ran in the opposite direction. He seemed confused, but came running after me, leaping like the goofball he was as he went. We were running parallel, and without warning, I darted to the side, crashing into him. He tackled me as payback and I let him—but only for a moment. I used my strong back legs to push him off me, then bolted again.
I almost forgot about the raccoon. It was fun, running and playing around like that, but of course, I kept my nose on alert at all times. I didn’t want to be taken off guard. But running with Ezra meant I had backup, something I didn’t usually have. Not that he was the sharpest shifter around, but he was another set of paws and claws, should it come down to that. And really, he wasn’t as dumb or slow as I’d thought initially. The more I got to know him, the more comfortable I became—and the more I’d respected him.
It was strange to feel this way; I’d never had this happen before. Not even with Kat and Dezi did I have the desire to just play around. It wasn’t something I did as an adult, which was made even more obvious by all his damn questioning of me. Maybe he had a point. My entire life had been 100% ‘Glades, all day every day. Was I missing out on the world? On relationships? I sure never thought I’d enjoy being around someone like Ezra, a goofy, blonde-streaked bear.
I fell back slightly to put him in front of me. When he was ahead, probably thinking he was beating me, I dashed forward and grabbed hold of his little nub of a tail with my teeth, causing him to whirl around in shock. I let go immediately, but it was enough to get his attention.
He jumped on me and pinned me to the ground. I started a laugh, which I’d never even attempted in panther form before, and it came out like a barking rumble. He licked up the side of my face, and I tried to move out of the path of his long tongue, but it was no use. He licked me all over, and when he was through and let me up, I rubbed my wet face against his coat.
He was much softer than I thought he’d be. He was warm and humming, making a sound similar to a cat’s purr. Comforting.
He stuck his nose in the air and sniffed. Right. The coon. We’re out here to get the coon, I reminded myself. Nothing else was around at the moment.
I dashed back toward my cabin to where the trap was, and sure enough, he was in there, struggling to get free. I sat back and gestured at the coon with my paw, letting Ezra have it, and he tore it free from the trap with his teeth. The coon was dead in a second in his strong jaw; he shook it back and forth and then set it down at my feet.
The action filled me with a sense of…I didn’t know what, exactly. It felt warm, and I appreciated the kind gesture.
I put my paw on the coon and sank my teeth into its body, pulling so I could tear it in half. I gave him the bigger piece. He’d earned it. Plus, that boy needed to gain a few pounds. He worked out a few times a week? With what, jump ropes and wrist weights? I’d have to show him what a real workout was like. My body grew hot at the thought of us sweating together, and as excitement flooded through me, he looked up at me.
Damn pheromones. He must know what’s on my mind. I had to keep my emotions in check unless I wanted to broadcast to the world that I wanted him.
I finished off my snack and took off running again, wanting to clear the air of my scent—and clear my head—while I was at it. I decided to do a perimeter run, circling the cabin. I did this at least once a day just to stay familiar with what was going on. If I detected any new scents, I’d investigate them so I didn’t have any surprises popping up.
I ran light and easy. I even added in a little bouncy skip now and then, just to feel my paws’ pads press into the earth then leave it. I realized then what that new feeling was. Happiness. I never even realized I wasn’t happy before, but now that I had that warm glow about me, now that I was enjoying myself in new ways and with this bear, I liked it. It felt good and I wanted to be around him. And right then, I made my decision.
There was no reason to fight it. If I liked being with him, fine. If the sex was great, even better. If he wanted to hang out with me and enjoyed himself while doing it, then okay. I had no plans or expectations. It wasn’t like I was saying I was in love or anything. In ‘like,’ maybe, if that was a thing. I just knew I didn’t mind his company.
He stopped running and called out a little bark to get my attention. I circled back to him and he changed.
“This would be so much easier if we had a mind link like I do with my clan,” he said.
I shifted back, too. “Something going on?”
“Yeah. I was just talking to Mason. He says they’re going after the guy.”
“The killer? They found him?”
“Kind of. They identified him. Some local guy trying to stir up trouble against the panthers, claiming all sorts of attacks and things. I guess they’re going to get him now.”
Something wasn’t right. “So, was it the same guy or not?”
“Oh.” His face fell into surprise for a moment, then he recovered. “Oh, yeah. It’s the same guy.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you know that already?”
His face turned red and his eyes widened. “Didn’t we all assume it was?”
“Stop fucking around. Did you know for sure it was the same guy who killed both panthers or not?”
He hung his head. “I did. I just thought if I told you, you’d go out trying to find him.”
“Obviously! He needed to be found. Why would you lie like that?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Why? You don’t know why?”
“I can only imagine what sort of logic goes through your little pea brain. Why don’t you spell it out for me?”
I thought hurt flickered across his face, but I wasn’t sure. “I wanted to protect you. I didn’t want you to be running around, trying to find the guy on your own. I thought if we went out together, that’d be okay, but then if we didn’t find him, you might go when I wasn’t around. I’ve been worried about you.” He held up a hand before I could protest. “I know you can take care of yourself and you don’t need me to protect you. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t worry something might happen.”
I pressed my lips together. “Well, now what?”
“They know who it is. I guess someone recognized the scent. Right now, they’re all going to arrest him. They had to find some kind of evidence so they could. You can’t just stroll up to a human and tell him you sniffed his scent at a crime scene.”
“Yeah. Sometimes, our secret’s a little inconvenient. Most times not, though.”
“Right. So, I guess that’s it. I
t’s over.”
“Now I’m allowed to run around without you worrying about me?”
“I would never stop you. But you can’t stop me from worrying, either.”
I sighed. “Okay, whatever. I could use a long run. You up for it? We’ve been cooped up inside all day.”
“All day?” He laughed. “It was a few hours.”
“It seemed like all day. Come on!”
I shifted back and took off, and he was right behind me. I ran hard. This was more for exercise than anything else. I didn’t know what to feel about the killer being found. It was a relief, but I was slightly disappointed I hadn’t gotten to help at all. I felt responsible as a member of the same species to pay this guy back for what he’d done to my fellow panthers, shifters or not. As long as they got the guy and he paid for what he did, I couldn’t be too upset. At least the park was safe again and Ezra wouldn’t have to worry.
I tried not to feel smug that I’d made him worry. It was sweet. He had lied and that pissed me off; he’d better not do that shit again, but at least he had a good reason. It wasn’t a lie to cover up something slimy he did; he was only trying to protect me. Couldn’t be too upset about that, either. It seemed that things were kind of coming together, in a way I’d never expected. But new doesn’t have to be bad, I reminded myself. This is all new to me, but as long as it’s enjoyable, I’ll go with it.
As I ran, a familiar scent hit me like a slap in the face. I stopped so abruptly that the ground shifted and piled under my paws. Ezra bounded past me, then halted and spun to double back. He moved his nose, sniffing the same scent.
He shifted to human. “It’s fine,” he explained. “This is one of the trails they followed to get the killer.”
I shifted back, too, so I could talk to him. “You sure? It’s pretty fresh.”
He nodded. “I checked with Mason before shifting back. He says the area is clear. The killer wasn’t at home, but they have information on his location.”
“So, he’s still at large. He could be anywhere.” I looked around as if he’d come walking out of the woods behind me.
“Nah. So many people are looking for him, and there are patrols all over the park. He’s human, so it’s not like he could just run by someone who didn’t know. Every vehicle coming or going is being checked.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You know just as good as me that there are plenty of other ways into this park.”
He pressed his lips together. “Maybe we should go back then. Just to be safe until they have the guy behind bars.”
“It felt good to run while we could.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We’ll get to run back.”
“Care to race?”
He chuckled. “No. You run faster than me all the time. It’s not a fair contest.”
I pulled my mouth to the side. “Okay, then. Let me prove that I can have fun.”
He tilted his head. “I’m listening.”
I let the playfulness show in my eyes. “A game of shifter hide and seek?”
He grinned. “You’re on.”
“Close your eyes and count to five.”
“Five? How about like ten or twenty, at least.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Didn’t you just say how fast I was?”
“Fast. Not silent. And I can smell, you know.”
“Fine. Ten, but when it’s too hard, just remember, I tried to help you out.”
He laughed again. “Okay.”
He shifted back and put his bear head down on the ground, then covered his eyes with his paws. The sight of a bear doing something so human made me crack up. I laughed at him for several seconds, until I realized that his little barks were numbers. He was already counting while I stood there laughing.
I shifted back and sprinted away. I had the perfect place in mind: in a little hollow near the water. The dampness would help hide my scent and I could roll in the mud or jump in the water if I needed to really make it tough for him.
I ran fast, focused on getting there before he got too close. My eyes were trained on the spot where I headed, but not on the ground in front of me, like they should have been. I ran that way when I chased prey, but any other time, I was careful to check the grounds and take care with my footing. There were hollows that could twist an ankle—human or otherwise. And there were traps. Some were my own.
I stepped into a small hollow and felt my footing go, and my heart jolted at the feeling. I yanked my leg back to avoid falling and felt the hard jaws of the metal trap close around my foot, crying out in a whimper of pain.
This was not my trap or any other I was familiar with. I couldn’t even see all of it since it was down in the hole. I let out a howl, hoping Ezra was close and hadn’t run off in the opposite direction. He had to have followed my scent, right? He had to be close.
I let out another howl, panting from the pain, and searched for any sign of movement that might be him.
14
Ezra
I had been running, following her scent. I didn’t think she could have gotten too far ahead of me; she wasn’t that much faster.
But then I heard her howl. And it tore through me like I’d jumped into ice water.
I ran faster. I ran so hard, I thought my heart would explode. I had to find her. I kept thinking that was it, the killer got her. We shouldn’t have been out there. We should have been more careful.
My throat burned and I pushed harder. When she came into view, she was whimpering, but perked up when she saw me.
At least she hadn’t been stabbed or shot, but the situation was still dire. Britt wasn’t able to disengage the trap, and neither could I, not without someone else to help provide leverage. I smelled the scent of the killer and, of course, she had, too. With a look of sheer terror in her eyes, she whimpered again. I took a long sniff; the scent of the killer didn’t seem too fresh. He probably wasn’t nearby right at that moment.
I tuned back in to my clan. I had blocked them out because they were all going after the killer. They were talking to each other, discussing locations and details, and I hadn’t needed to be a part of it. I’d been too busy goofing off with Britt, which seemed incredibly stupid in retrospect—though honestly, I didn’t regret a moment of it.
You guys find him yet? I didn’t think they had, but I wanted to confirm.
Britt whined.
He’s not anywhere he’s supposed to be, Conner replied angrily.
All of our information has been wrong or too late, Owen added.
We’re not out of options yet, Mason said, but we’ve been after him a long time. We’re going to have to start relieving some of the guys out there so they can get some rest.
Britt whined again, more insistent this time, and batted at me. I lifted a paw to my temple, trying to show her that I was in communication with my clan. I rubbed my nose against hers, trying to give her some comfort, then licked her face.
I have a situation here, I told them. Britt is trapped.
Trapped? Owen asked.
Yes, her foot is caught in some kind of trap. And the killer’s scent is on it, but it’s not recent. I’m not going to leave her. Have any of you guys been able to open a large jaw trap?
There was some discussion back and forth, then Conner said, Mason and I will come and check it out. Between the three of us, we should be able to get it open.
I sent them a mental image of our location.
Where is that? Mason asked.
I wasn’t really sure. We were far from Britt’s, in a remote part of the park I wasn’t as familiar with. I tried to give them a better sense of where we were stuck.
We’re on our way, Conner said, Hold tight.
I shifted back and cupped Britt’s face in my hands. “I was talking to my clan. They’re on their way to help us.”
She nodded once, but locked her terrified eyes on mine.
“Can you shift back?”
In a moment of extreme stress like this, it would be very difficult for
her to revert to her human form. If she could manage it, that would be a good sign. Staying calm was always best in these situations, and if we needed an ambulance or other help, there would almost surely be a few humans coming to our aid, too, so being a panther meant staying panther. It also meant she’d be treated by a vet instead of at a regular hospital until we could get her away from humans. It would be much better all around if she could become and stay human.
She closed her eyes and concentrated. Sweat broke out on her forehead, but eventually, slowly, her coat melted into her skin, her snout sunk back and reformed as her nose, and her ears slid down into place.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. “It…it hurts.”
“I know, I’m so sorry this happened. Some of my clan will be here soon to help.”
“Which ones?”
“Mason, who’s the officer, and Conner. He’s part of the search and rescue team, so this type of thing is his specialty.”
She looked at me hard. “This isn’t just someone stuck in a hole, I’m caught in a trap. We have to get this off. It punctured deeply, maybe even to the bone, and it smells like…” She gulped hard and closed her eyes, sending a tear down her cheek.
I leaned in closer and took a hard sniff. There was something there that didn’t belong. Besides the odor of the metal and her blood, fear and sweat, along with the scent of the killer—now more vile to me than anything I’d ever smelled before—there was a musty, earthy scent that I didn’t recognize.
“What is that?” I asked.
“I don’t know for sure, but I’ve smelled it before. My gramma had some once. Some kind of poison.”
“What?” I breathed.
“If it’s the one I think, it’s not meant to kill. Just slowly incapacitate.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. How was this possible? How was this happening?
I squeezed her hand hard and shifted back to check in on the guys. Where are you guys?
Almost at the park entrance, Mason said.