Shifter's Lady (10 page)

Marie spoke up from where she knelt on the ground. “Is this
your idea of justice and fair alpha challenge? Even I, who am new to your ways, know better.”

Travis raised his hand into a fist and started toward her, and Ethan charged him. But before he could reach her, Marie rose fluidly, lifting her hands into the air. “You will never strike me again,” she said, and a wall of water sparkled into the air surrounding her, appearing from nowhere, and burst outward in all directions, throwing the two thugs backward and to the ground and knocking Travis back a half-dozen feet.

Travis regained his footing quickly, though, as the sounds of fighting overwhelmed the circle. Ethan's pride-brothers had taken advantage of the momentary distraction to turn on the interlopers and disarm many of them. A few scattered gunshots split the night air, but screams and snarls predominated.

Ethan leapt to Marie and pulled her into his arms, relief swamping him. “I think
you
might be alpha, ocean girl,” he said, keeping an eye on Travis to make sure he didn't pull any guns from hidden pockets.

Before she could answer, Jack was there next to them. “I'm guessing you have some unfinished business over there. I'll watch out for your woman.”

In an instant, Jack shimmered into his tiger shape and curved his giant form around Marie.

“Stay with the tiger, Marie. This won't take long,” Ethan promised. Every instinct he had demanded he stay with her, but honor and tradition forced him to finish it.

“You demanded an alpha challenge,” he called out to Travis, who was clearly preparing to run away. “Now that we're back to even odds, you've got one.”

Travis stopped and stared at him, suspicion twisting his face. “It's a trick. Why would you agree to the challenge after this?”

Ethan stripped off his shirt. “Because those ancient traditions you corrupted actually mean something to me.”

“Fool! All that stupid honor. Fallon always said it would get you killed,” Travis taunted him, circling around, looking for an opening.

“We'll see, won't we?” Ethan waited for the challenger's leap and followed it, shifting in midair, as Travis did the same. They were well-matched, he observed with a coldly detached corner of
his mind. But then he didn't have time to think anything else, because the battle was on.

Marie watched, awestruck, as the two mighty cats met in a resounding clash of sound and fury. Ethan's tawny panther was slightly longer than Travis's red cat, but they were closely comparable in breadth and muscle. Terror for Ethan paralyzed her even with the tiger preventing her from moving.

She gasped as the two panthers rolled over and over across the circle, biting with deadly fangs and tearing with lethal claws, until both of them were bloodied and torn. Travis smashed a paw across Ethan's face, and Marie's legs moved as if to take her to them, but she found her way blocked by a quarter ton of snarling tiger. For a moment, her heart leapt into her throat, but Jack looked up at her out of the tiger's eyes, and she calmed.

Somehow the sounds of fighting from outside the circle didn't register with her enough even to make her fear stray bullets. Every ounce of her consciousness was fixed on the life-or-death battle taking place in the circle before her.

The red panther screamed again and managed to escape from underneath his golden foe, and Travis started running, trying to escape. Ethan chased him down and pounced, and again the battle was joined as the two tried to literally rip each others' throats out. Claws flashed silver and ivory in the moonlight, and blood stained the cats' fur with black shadows.

Marie raised her hands to call water again, unable to stand idly by and watch Ethan die, but the tiger butted against her legs with its huge head. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, she understood what Jack was trying to tell her. For her to interfere would be just as wrong as it had been for Travis's villains to do the same.

“But he'd better finish this quickly, Jack, or I'm going to do what I can. I'm past caring about ancient rules,” she said, not knowing if the tiger could even hear or understand her. Every slice of claw or fang in Ethan's flesh screamed pain in her own.

The red cat gathered itself for a mighty leap and landed on Ethan's back. The golden panther fought madly, twisting and bucking to get his deadly enemy off his back, but Travis sank his fangs into the side of Ethan's neck, and Ethan crashed to the ground, hard.

Marie screamed as Ethan fell, but before she could move, the golden cat rolled his body over with a jerking motion and ripped his neck out of Travis's mouth. Then Ethan reared back on his hind legs and smashed a mighty paw across Travis's neck, ripping his throat out. The gushing spurt of arterial blood seemed to draw attention to itself by its very silence, and the sounds of battle around the circle slowly faded away to nothing.

Travis fell to the ground, obviously dead. As he fell, he slowly shifted back to his human shape. Ethan, still in cat form, stood near the body, head hung low, panting heavily.

Marie shoved past the tiger and ran to Ethan, falling to the ground in front of him. The cat raised its head, and Ethan stared out at her through its eyes.

“Now I may finally offer assistance,” she said, and she put her hands on him and called to the Goddess. As the healing warmth spread through her hands and into his body, she watched as the vicious wounds in his sides healed. The silvery blue light of her Gift combined with the golden shimmer of his shape-shift, and he returned to human form.

For several frozen seconds, kneeling on the ground in the middle of the blood-scented darkness, Marie tumbled over the edge of conscious reality and into Ethan's soul. Images from his life rushed through her, and she felt his anguish at Fallon's death and his self-loathing at having failed to protect so many of his pride from the vampires and from Travis. She gasped as the window to his deepest emotions opened up to her, and the strongest image she encountered was her own face.

She fell back as the healing ended, staring at him in shock. His own expression mirrored hers. “I saw your soul, Marie,” he said in a hushed tone. “I fell into your
soul.
”

Then he seemed to snap out of a trance and leapt to his feet, pulling her with him, while he scanned the circle for further danger. Jack, again in human form, and William, sporting a bloody scratch down the side of his face but otherwise apparently unharmed, strolled up to them.

“Report,” Ethan snapped out, staring at his second-in-command.

“We kicked their asses,” William drawled. “I'll give you a full report tomorrow, but we're going to turn these lawbreakers over to the reps from the other prides.”

Jack nodded in agreement. “They claim they had no idea what
Travis was planning, which is probably true. Anyway, if they take Travis's goons off our hands, there can never be any suspicion of unfair dealing on your part.”

Ethan considered their words, then nodded. “Fine. Casualties?”

“Nothing but a few scratches on our side,” William said. “Nothing, at least, that the change didn't heal.”

“If I can be of service, I have some skill with healing,” Marie offered.

“Nope. You're done doing anything but resting, ocean girl,” Ethan said, all the arrogant command back in his tone.

Marie bristled and started to argue, but he bent down and put an arm under her knees and the other one around her shoulders and scooped her up against his chest. “Please,” he murmured, for her ears alone. “I need you.”

“Well, since you put it that way,” she said, putting her arms around his neck, “how can I refuse?”

A week later

Marie awoke slowly to the smell of coffee and stretched luxuriously before she opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around Ethan's bedroom, pleased anew at the changes to the formerly stark and barren space. She'd cajoled and teased her panther into painting and hanging light fixtures, though he'd left the shopping to her and Kat. Now warmth and color filled the space, and it was a retreat that they'd enjoyed for many hours of the night and even occasionally during the afternoon, after they made their daily trip to Dr. Herman to visit the now nearly healed panther.

Since she'd heard five days earlier from Alaric that he and Bastien were safe but still on the trail of Lord Justice, she'd been able to relax and enjoy this respite from worry. She'd firmly placed to the side any thoughts of what would happen between herself and Ethan when she had to return to Atlantis.

The door opened, and the coffee smell that had woken her entered the room in the form of a tray carried by a very sexy alpha male panther. “Good morning, ocean girl. I thought you might need some caffeine, after you kept me up all night.”

“I kept you up? Whose idea was it to try out every item of furniture?” She tried to sound indignant, but it came out as sleepy satisfaction. How the man could be so deliciously edible even in simple jeans and a white shirt was beyond comprehension. She tried not to think about how she must look, with her bed-tangled hair.

He placed the tray on the bedside table and leaned over to kiss her, then sat back, the smile fading from his face. “This is it, then.”

A sudden lump formed in her stomach. “Yes, this is it. Alaric arrives to transport me back to Atlantis this night. So we have several hours.”

He swore under his breath. “I don't want several hours with you. I want several years. Several lifetimes, even.”

She caught her bottom lip in her teeth, then sighed. “I feel the same way about you. I never thought—you are the alpha, and Kat warned me—”

He interrupted her. “Kat warned you because of the way I was before I met you. But now I could never touch another woman, Marie.” He took her hands in his. “You've touched my soul, ocean girl. I don't know how it happened, or even how it happened so fast, but there it is. I don't know how I'm going to let you go.”

“The soul-meld takes whomever it will, Ethan, as you know. But free will reigns over all. You are…You may seek another if my absence—”

He cut her words short, his golden gaze burning into her as he frowned. “I don't
ever
want to hear you say anything like that again. Whether you're in my bed or thousands of miles away, you're still mine. Don't even
think
about forgetting that.”

She tried to smile. “Still such a surly kitten,
mi amare.
I thought I'd tamed some of that arrogance by now.”

“Never tamed,” he said, his voice husky. “But always yours.”

She felt the tears spill over her eyelashes. “But I must leave. My duties…I cannot abandon the temple, even if some part of me might wish it.”

He pulled her into his arms. “And as much as I might want to, I would never ask you to abandon your responsibilities. If anyone can understand responsibility, it's me. But somehow it helps to know that some part of you thinks about it. For me.”

They'd discussed the matter frequently enough, and sometimes with Kat, too, that they both knew how unlikely it was that Poseidon would ever allow him entrance into Atlantis. Perhaps at some time in the future. Certainly not now.

“I offer you my vow, Ethan of Florida,” she said, putting all of her love for him into her gaze. “We will find a way.”

“We will find a way,” he repeated. “I offer you my vow, as well. I love you, ocean girl. Remember that every time you look at that ring.”

She glanced down at the flawless diamond on her left hand, a symbol of a promise, he'd said when he'd offered it the night before. A tingle of curiosity made her wonder how it would resonate with the gems in the temple and what song Erin could sing
from it. Surely such a beautiful gem, which held the promise of unending love, could sing powerful healing.

“You've got your scholar face on again,” he said. “What's percolating inside that beautiful head?”

As his laughter rumbled in his chest against her cheek, she looked up to find his golden eyes filled with heat. Shimmering silvery blue light began to sparkle and swirl around her, and she fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with her.

“We have all day, my beautiful, fierce panther,” she said, lifting her face for his kiss. “Can you think of any way we might spend it?”

He kissed her with leisurely skill and tenderness until she gasped for breath beneath him. “Oh, I've got an idea or two,” he drawled. Then he cast a glance up at the ceiling. “Do you think I should get an umbrella?”

It took her a moment, but then the peals of her laughter rang through the room.

Together, she silently vowed, they would refuse to be daunted, no matter what peril the future might hold. Love and laughter would help them to surmount any obstacles. The shape-shifter had found his lady, and she had finally come home.

A hidden cave inside of Mount Fuji, Japan

The portal opened and Alaric, warrior and high priest of Atlantis, stepped through, followed by a shell-shocked rebel leader and a five-hundred-pound tiger shape-shifter who might have permanently lost his humanity.

“Oh, Alaric,” said the ancient man who stood waiting for them, sighing and shaking his head. “You do get into the most fascinating trouble.”

“Interesting you should say that, Archelaus,” Alaric said. “I need a place to hide for a time, while Quinn tries to help Jack remember that he's human, too, and not just a tiger.”

Quinn barely glanced at him, her eyes dull with pain and exhaustion, but she never let go of his hand. It was more physical contact than he'd allowed himself to have with her in a very long time.

Archelaus took them all in with his sharp gaze. The old man, long since retired as mentor to the Atlantean warrior training academy, never missed anything.