Julio’s bodyguards fell back, and the feral stepped into the ring. He rose to his full human height and fixed his red eyes on Ronan before he shifted.
The feral changed smoothly, almost effortlessly, and landed on all fours as a large Alaskan gray wolf.
The thing was huge. Ronan had met wolf Shifters in his area of Alaska, but he and the wolves had given each other a respectful distance. This wolf had lost respect for everything a long time ago.
Spike was spouting advice. “You can do this, Ronan. Don’t try to take him down quickly—he’s got the advantage of speed at the first, but you have the advantage of stamina. He’ll wear down a long time before you will. Then you’ve got him.”
Ronan nodded, but he had his own ideas. He stepped into the ring, staying human, and nodded to the refs that he was ready.
“What are you doing?” Elizabeth asked behind him. “Why don’t you shift?”
“You can’t talk to him once he’s in the ring,” he heard Spike say in the relative hush. “But you can yell for him all you want.”
The quiet lasted another few seconds, then Elizabeth’s shout sounded loud and clear.
“Kick his ass, Ronan!”
The crowd burst into sudden cacophony. Half the Shifters and groupies around them were taking the feral’s side, or at least betting on him, but plenty shouted for Ronan. He was popular in the Austin Shiftertown.
Elizabeth’s voice gave Ronan strength. She was the mate of his heart, and once he disposed of this effing feral and got rid of the rest of her problems, he would make her understand that.
Meanwhile, he stood, in his human form, and waited to see what the feral wolf would do.
The Lupine circled him, growling, hackles raised. Ronan turned with him, keeping his face to the wolf’s.
The Lupine would try to goad Ronan into attacking first. But Ronan’s Collar wouldn’t go off as quickly if Ronan remained on the defensive. With any luck, Ronan could take down the Lupine before the Collar emitted more than a couple of sparks.
Not gonna happen, something inside him said. This was going to be a nasty, brutal fight, and Julio had known it would be.
He was aware of Sean, behind him, fading into the crowd. He and the rest of the trackers were here to keep tabs on Julio and find Casey, who must be around somewhere. Dylan being here wasn’t a coincidence. Sean had not been surprised to find Dylan at the fights, but to find him actually fighting.
Ronan had planned to use the fight to distract Julio, but Julio was using the fight to distract Ronan. Ronan had to trust his friends now to take care of the periphery for him while he concentrated on the matter at hand.
Killing the feral.
Meanwhile, the feral was gearing up to kill Ronan.
To the death? So be it.
The Lupine suddenly launched himself straight at Ronan. Ronan opened his big arms and let him come.
The wolf landed against Ronan’s chest, claws digging into human skin. Ronan endured it for the few seconds it took him to shift.
The Lupine now found himself inside the grip of a two-ton Kodiak bear.
The crowd went crazy. Ronan had told Elizabeth that he’d been nervous with all the Shifters watching him when he’d first come to Austin. Now he had to ignore a hundred Shifters surrounding him and shouting for blood. He made himself shut them out and focus on the wolf.
Ronan’s strength was, well, his strength, and he used it to crush the feral between his huge paws. The Lupine twisted, and faster than Ronan could have guessed he’d be able to, tore himself out of Ronan’s grasp. The Lupine landed on his feet, mouth open as he leapt for Ronan’s throat.
Ronan roared, paws coming out to stop the leap, but the wolf moved like smoke to close on Ronan and sink his teeth into Ronan’s neck. Ronan shook himself like a dog, but the Lupine held on, his body flopping.
The crowed shouted, and Elizabeth cried his name. The sound of her voice galvanized him. Ronan grabbed the wolf and yanked him away, feeling his own fur and flesh come away in the Lupine’s teeth.
The wolf landed on all fours. Ronan rose up on his hind legs, roaring again, fur rising on his ruff, a Kodiak at his most intimidating.
Ronan came down and charged the wolf. Ronan’s Collar sparked, but his fury didn’t let him feel it. He went for the wolf, who suddenly wasn’t in the spot he’d occupied a second ago.
The bastard could move. Ronan swung around. The wolf was waiting, but evidently thought Ronan’s bulk would slow him more than it did. Ronan’s blow caught him on the side of the head, even as the wolf danced aside.
The watchers roared. The noise swelled louder and louder, until Ronan could hear nothing but it and the crackling of his Collar. He ran at the wolf again, who was feinting and snapping. Ronan’s animal was taking over, lust for the kill overcoming all reason, but the human part of him still felt the Collar.
This is going to hurt like a bitch, was Ronan’s last coherent thought before he charged.
CHAPTER 15
Pablo Marquez heard the noise of the fighting long before he reached the barn at the top of the hill, the edgy roar of people in a blood frenzy.
He and his four bodyguards had had to park at the end of a long line of cars on the dirt road and hike up to the door of the huge barn. A massive number of people and Shifters crowded around one of the rings inside, no other fights going on.
A large Shifter stepped into his path. Pablo recognized him as one of the Shifters who’d come to the body shop, the black-haired one called Nate. “No weapons,” Nate said. “You gotta leave your guns in your car.”
Rules of the fight clubs. But the space between Pablo’s shoulder blades was itching, a sign he’d always learned to heed. His instincts had saved his ass more than once. At the moment, they were telling him to keep his gun close at hand. “We’re not going in,” he said to Nate. “Just tell me who’s fighting.”
“A bear called Ronan, and a feral Lupine. Don’t know his name.”
Mother of God. What was Julio doing? “Stop the fight. The Lupine’s mine.”
Nate narrowed his eyes. “Shifters fight by their choice, not for someone else.”
“Yeah, well, that Shifter’s insane and doesn’t know what he’s doing. My brother’s running him, and he has no right to. The Shifter belongs to me.”
Nate didn’t move, but Pablo felt the man’s anger like a cold front. “No one owns a Shifter.”
“My brother thinks he does. Stop the damn fight.”
“It’s against the rules.”
“Cristo.” Pablo started to say more, but he sensed, rather than saw, shadows under the trees to the left of the barn. He signaled his guards to follow and noticed, distractedly, that the Shifter faded back inside the barn, out of sight.
“Julio,” Pablo said as he approached his younger brother. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
His brother detached himself from a fairly large group of men, some Latino, some white. “Oh, good,” Julio said. “I was hoping you’d come.”
“Idiota. You cost me the biggest deal I was ever going make in this town. To do what? Run my Shifter and try to get back at that girl? Let it go. If you make me lose the bail money because you do something stupid, I will beat you until you can’t stand.”
“You’re running scared from Shifters, man,” Julio said, his voice filled with disgust. “You backed down from them. You let them do what they wanted.”
“I didn’t back down because I was scared, you shit. I’ve learned how to weigh risk with reward. The risks in this case are too great, and I’m not going to get a big reward going up against a bunch of Shifters.”
“Whatever, man. It’s another way to say you let them walk all over you. I think you aren’t strong enough for this business. So I’m taking it.”
“Don’t be such a dumb-ass.” Pablo glanced at the white man who had a big, shining Sig in a holster under his jacket. “Who the hell is this?”
Julio started to speak, but the man forestalled him
. “The name’s Casey. Zach Casey. I don’t really give a damn which of you wins this family spat, but Julio says if he wins it, I get my girlfriend back. Thanks for finding her.”
Pablo looked him up and down in impatience. Another person who couldn’t cut their losses. Elizabeth Chapman, or Rachel Sullivan, whatever you wanted to call her, had left this S.O.B. six years ago. Move on, already.
Julio had his hand on his holster. “You were the dumb-ass to come out here, bro,” he said to Pablo. “All I had to do was have one of Zach’s crew call you and tell you I was running your feral in the fights, and you came charging out here to stop me. So let’s talk.”
“Yeah, let’s,” Pablo said. “Somewhere a little more private.”
“Fine by me.” Julio nodded at one of his crew. “Take his gun.”
The guy stepped forward. Pablo didn’t move, but he didn’t have to. His own men got in front of him, ready for a fire fight.
Julio didn’t look as afraid as he should have. “If you come fight for me,” he said to Pablo’s men, “I’ll let you work for me on the same terms as you did for Pablo. If not, I’ll shoot you alongside him. You’re outnumbered. You want to die tonight?”
Pablo knew full well that most of his crew worked for him for money. There was some friendship, sure; but in the long run, they worked for Pablo because he paid them well. What surprised him was not that two of the men immediately went over to join Julio and Zach, but that two of them stayed.
Julio finally drew his gun. “All right. Let’s go under the trees.”
“Wait.” Pablo lifted his hands. “No, you two get out of here,” he said to the men who’d remained with him. “There’s no reason for you to die for me.”
They hesitated, assessing the situation. “Go on,” Pablo repeated.
The men in his crew were, in the end, practical. They gave Pablo apologetic nods and walked away toward the cars.
“I’ll pick them up later,” Julio said, motioning with the gun again. “I can’t believe you’re surrendering to me.”
Pablo’s brain spun with escape scenarios even as he let one of the men take his gun and started walking where Julio indicated. “You’re my brother. I’m hoping I can talk some sense into you.”
“Only if you can talk fast on your knees with my bullet in the back of your skull.”
Ay, Julio, I predict that you’ll regret every one of those words.
They stepped under the thick trees that grew so well in Texas hill country, the branches blotting out stars, moon, and lights around the big barn. Darkness made for terrific cover, and no one had been smart enough to bring a flashlight.
Pablo felt something brush past him, sensed a whuff of breath and the warmth of fur. The skin between his shoulder blades prickled again, every instinct telling him to drop and get out of the way.
He took a few more steps, threw himself flat on the ground, and rolled away through mud. He came to a stop on his back and saw something leap over him, wildcat limbs flowing through the darkness. The thug the wildcat landed on screamed, his weapon discharging, bullets flying. Someone grunted, hit.
Pablo heard Julio cursing, men shouting. More dark shapes solidified from the trees, sparks igniting in the darkness. Collars. Shifters.
The fight was swift and ugly. By the time Pablo scrambled to his feet, all of Julio’s guys and Zach’s were down, many of them unconscious. Julio was screaming, hanging from the arms of the tall Shifter with all the body art. Now that the guy was naked, Pablo saw that he was well and truly inked.
Julio tried to twist around and shoot Spike, but the Shifter called Dylan materialized from the shadows, took the gun out of Julio’s grasp, and crushed it into scrap metal.
Pablo brushed off his clothes. His suit was thick with mud, and he’d have a bitch of a dry-cleaning bill. “What the hell?”
Spike’s teeth flashed in the darkness. “Nate said you looked like you could use a hand,” he said in perfect Spanish. “Or two, or ten.”
“Thanks.” Pablo said it briskly, because he knew that Shifter help wouldn’t come cheap. He was a long way in their power now. They’d been right about this territory being theirs. Just because no humans realized it didn’t make it not true.
“Did you stop the fight?” Pablo asked Dylan.
Spike answered, switching back to English. “Can’t stop it. Rules.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Pablo said. “That feral’s insane. He’s never lost, and you’ll have to pry him off the other Shifter’s dead body. He has a strong instinct to kill.”
Dylan dropped the pieces of Julio’s gun onto the grass. “Sean’s on it.” He faded away so noiselessly that Pablo lost sight of him after the man had taken two steps.
“Pablo.” Julio’s bravado was gone, and now he sounded like he was crying. “Man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing—”
“Save it,” Pablo said. “I felt sorry for you when Mamita died, but now I think I’ve spoiled you rotten. We got a lot to talk about.” He was looking around as he spoke. “Where’s Casey?”
Not there. Pablo accounted for the fallen, but Zach Casey wasn’t with them. “He’s gone after the woman,” Pablo said in disgust. “Stupid waste of time.”
“He wants to kill her,” Julio said. “He told me he’d help me if I took him to the girl. He’s going to do her and then kill her.”
Dios, would this night ever end?
Spike at last set Julio on his feet. “Well, then,” he said, another grin showing all his teeth, “we’d better get down there and stop him.”
***
The fight had grown bloody. Elizabeth watched, her throat tight with fear, as the wolf tore into Ronan, and Ronan tore into him in return. Blood coated the wolf’s fur and lay black against Ronan’s. Ronan’s Collar sizzled and sparked, but he wouldn’t stop fighting.
Eventually, though, the pain would overcome his adrenaline, and Ronan would collapse. When he did that, the wolf, unhampered by a Collar, would kill him.
Elizabeth had been aware of Spike, Dylan, and Sean retreating from the ring and disappearing into the crowd. But she couldn’t worry about where they’d gone. She kept her gaze on Ronan and the fight that might take him away from her.
No, no, no, a voice inside her wailed. Don’t lose him. Don’t. Lose. Him.
She had to stop this fight. But how could she? The four big Shifters Julio had brought in as refs were surrounding the ring, and the fifth ref watched them warily. Elizabeth wasn’t foolish enough to think she could jump in there between two raging Shifters trying to tear each other apart and hold up her hands for them to cease. Sure, they’d stop instantly.
The refs would grab her and throw her out before she could even reach them. The four Shifters weren’t letting anyone or anything interfere with this bout.
Ronan had the wolf under him. He drew back his paw, ready to knock him out, but the wolf suddenly wasn’t there. Ronan’s swing kept going, and Ronan, tired, fell.
The wolf pounced on him, mouth open, claws ripping. Ronan rolled onto his back and grabbed the wolf in a deadly embrace, but the wolf was too strong, too fast. He ripped at Ronan’s belly, Ronan bleeding from a dozen wounds at once.
Ronan roared his pain, his Collar white-hot. The wolf latched his jaw around Ronan’s throat and bit down. Blood sprayed, and Elizabeth screamed.
She ran for the ring, damn the rules and damn the refs. At the same time, the one referee who hadn’t come with Julio jumped in and tried to break up the fight. The other four grabbed him and nearly threw him out of the ring.
“What the hell are you doing?” the first ref yelled at them. “We have to stop it. The bear’s done!”
“The bear goes down,” one of the other refs growled. “It’s done when he’s dead.”
“That’s not what we . . .”
The four refs closed ranks and blocked the fifth from the ring. He swung around, boiling with fury, and took off into the crowd. Going for help, maybe, but would it come soon enough?
Elizabeth jumped up onto the circle of cinder blocks. The things had simply been laid on the ground, unattached, and they wobbled.
“Ronan!” she shouted, waving her arms to keep her balance. “Ronan, hang on!”
Ronan wasn’t giving up. He was fighting on, but his struggles were weakening, while the wolf held on, jaw locked around Ronan’s throat. If the wolf managed to tear Ronan’s jugular, Ronan would die.
Because of her. If he hadn’t been shopping in her store that night, Ronan wouldn’t be here now, fighting to the death to keep Elizabeth alive.
She had to stop this.
“Ronan!” Elizabeth screamed. She cupped her hands around her mouth. “I accept the mate-claim!”
She wasn’t sure what she expected—for him to suddenly burst upward, throw the wolf to the ground, shift, and sweep Elizabeth into his arms? She couldn’t be certain he’d even heard her. In any event, Ronan was too busy fighting to respond.
But Elizabeth needed to tell him, in case. Ronan was one of the good ones.
“Ronan!” she shouted. “I love you!”
Love you . . .
Elizabeth put her hands on top of her head as she watched him, the man she realized she loved, die.
***
Ronan felt the tingle of it through the agony of his Collar and the crazed biting of the wolf. He heard Elizabeth’s voice, though he couldn’t make out the words through the fog in his brain.
But he felt the magic. It wrapped around his heart and flowed through his limbs like heady wine.
The mate bond.
That sense of oneness with a true mate, which Ronan had never thought he’d feel—had started thinking himself fated never to feel it—threaded through his body and completed him. The click he’d felt when he’d first made the mate-claim now became music.
“Ronan!” he heard Elizabeth scream. “I love you!”
Like hell would he let himself die when the mate bond was filling him, while Elizabeth declared her love at the top of her voice in a barn full of Shifters.
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