Healer's Choice

Twelve

TINY tremors continued to go through Rebekka but she was too exhausted to hang on to the terror that had flashed into her when the Jaguar sprang away. As soon as he’d ended their physical contact, the terrible coldness in her chest returned with swift vengeance, as if once freed from concentrating on healing the Were, her gift reached out, calling for the sick and injured to come and be healed.

She suppressed a whimper. More than anything she wanted to lie down and sink into a dreamless sleep. But she was afraid that small measure of peace would be denied her. She was afraid to sleep. To dream.

Levi’s silence bristled with worry. It radiated from him, shouting at her for an explanation about the amulet.

There’d be no avoiding conversation, though even if she wanted to confide everything, she couldn’t, not among strangers, nor even Cyrin and Canino. She wasn’t sure she would tell Levi at all. He carried enough burdens without her adding to them, especially now, when he was escorting his brother home.

From the day she’d found Levi nearly dead in the woods and healed him, then talked Dorrit into hiring him as a bouncer and guard so he could remain near the maze in the hopes of one day rescuing Cyrin, he’d sworn to protect her. He would put aside his chance to visit Lion lands if he thought she needed him.

“The Wainwright matriarch gave it to me for protection,” she said, answering Levi’s unspoken question as she looked up from spreading the blanket onto the floor.

His nostrils flared. He wanted to ask Against what and Why do you need it. She could see what it cost him to let it go.

“What did they require in exchange?”

He was careful, as she’d been, not to speak of witches.

“Nothing. I offered the pages I took from the Iberá estate first, hoping . . .”

She let her voice trail off, knowing Levi would finish the sentence by assuming a bad night at the brothel had driven her to the witches in an effort to learn how she could deepen her gift.

He relaxed. She expected him to scold her for leaving the safety of the brothel before he returned. He surprised her by saying, “You were right about Tir. He looks and smells fully human but he can’t be. He found us earlier in the day, before we encountered the Jaguars. The tattoos were gone. So was the collar around his neck. He told me you were with your mother.”

Rebekka’s breath caught as she thought of Brother Caphriel and how he’d reminded her of Tir. “How did he know I was there?”

Levi shrugged. “I don’t know. He wanted me to pass on a message. You no longer have to fear returning home, but in the event you need to stay on Araña’s boat, it’s available, though Rimmon’s protection covers only the Constellation.”

“And Araña?”

“Safe and away from Oakland.”

Rebekka sagged with relief. “It’s over then?”

Levi hesitated for only an instant. “I think so. Tir said he’d taken care of the threat to you personally. I believe him.”

Rebekka caught herself lifting her hand to touch the amulet but aborted the movement, not wanting to draw Levi’s attention to it. Her chest became tight with renewed uncertainty about the future.

She forced calm on herself. She could go home, or at least to the house she’d homesteaded in the gifted area. She had money to pay for food, enough to last until she better understood the change to her gift and whether she could safely return to the brothels—or if she dared trust the witches enough to tell them about the urchin’s visitation and ask for their help.

The Jaguar male joined them, crouching next to Rebekka. His posture was stiff, making her wonder if he felt beholden, or worried how to pay her. Before she could tell him she’d come at Levi’s request so there was no debt, he tossed several gold coins onto the blanket.

“For healing me,” he said. “Thank you.”

The timbre of his voice sent unexpected heat into her belly. Rebekka turned her head slightly, truly seeing his features for the first time.

He was dark, strong. Silky black hair framed a face that was breathtakingly masculine. Green eyes blazed with confidence and the underlying wildness that came with being purely Were.

A flutter went through her chest, an edgy awareness that had her hastily dropping her gaze in sudden confusion, then keeping it there in dismay at recognizing the signs of physical attraction. When he’d shifted form she’d barely noticed his nakedness before the icy chill exploded in her chest and she’d turned her attention to putting the amulet back on.

Rebekka hesitated, then reached out to scoop the coins up. They’d buy her time. They’d help buy Feliss’s freedom. The Jaguar stopped her with a hand around her wrist, sending her heart racing and an unwelcome blush to her cheeks.

Levi growled a warning. It was met by an answering one.

The Jaguar’s fingers tightened on her wrist. He pressed close enough for his body heat to envelope her and arrow downward to settle between her thighs.

“Please release me,” she said, pressing her legs together and wanting to deny his impact on her. He was pure Were. Worse, he had a mate.

The sound of her voice seemed to shake the Jaguar out of his instinctive predatory behavior. He freed her wrist and moved away, out of arm’s reach. “The coins are a token payment. I’m Aryck, the enforcer for my pack. You are Rebekka, the healer who works in the outcast brothels?”

She dared to look at the Jaguar again, embarrassed by the blush staining her cheeks from having reacted physically to him. “Yes.”

“I came to Oakland for you. Five of our cubs will die without your care.”

“Then they die,” Levi said, his cold words making Rebekka turn toward him in disbelief.

His expression was closed off. “I’ll escort you back to the red zone at first light. Cyrin and Canino can go on without me. To get to Jaguar lands you have to pass through Wolf territory. They’ll kill you on sight. No human is allowed there.”

He challenged Aryck with a stare. “Or can you guarantee her safety both coming and going?”

“There are no guarantees. Only the promise of more coins.”

Rebekka wavered, knowing there was often little difference between courage and foolishness. But to turn away from helping cubs—children—and let them die. “What’s wrong with the cubs?”

“It doesn’t matter, Rebekka,” Levi said, taking her hand, squeezing. “Say no without hearing the details. They’ll only haunt you. Think of all those in the brothels who rely on you.”

“Outcasts,” the female Jaguar spat. The derision contained in the single utterance said the cubs’ lives were more valuable than a city full of those shunned by the pure Were.

Aryck’s fingers curled around Rebekka’s upper arm. Possessive. Commanding. Sending heat spreading through her belly and shame into her heart. Without her noticing it he’d moved next to her again, so close his scent and presence seemed to wrap around her like a blanket.

She tried to pull away but his grip only tightened. “They’re being eaten alive by something humans created, a weapon left over from the days of The Last War. Even if our healer could find a way to stop the spread of whatever is consuming the cubs, infection will take them or they’ll survive so scarred they’ll wish they’d been allowed to die.”

Aryck’s voice was little more than a growl yet Rebekka heard horror in it, as well as a pain so acute it had turned to fury. The journal she’d taken from the witches in payment became a heavy weight in her pocket. There were accounts of such weapons in it.

The Were healer had called it bio-nanite technology, writing about organisms bound to programmable machines that locked onto their targets genetically. Hundreds of those in his care had died before he found a way to counter it with a combination of plant extracts that could be made into a wash to halt the spread of destruction. Hundreds more had died afterward from infection—or suicide when they rose from makeshift hospital beds and saw what they’d become.

Choices, Rebekka thought. Had the witches somehow known she’d be presented with this one? Was it a test to see if she would turn her back on the outcasts in favor of going to aid the pure Weres? And the price she would pay if she did—her own death?

It was safe to go home. Tir had seen to it. She could heal those in the brothels with the greatest need, taking off the amulet long enough to do it. She could give the recipe for the wash to Aryck. But if the damage was already too extensive, the infection too pervasive . . .

The thought of children suffering and dying tormented Rebekka, stirred her compassion and her conscience, touched the place inside her that longed for a family of her own. She healed the prostitutes so they could be abused and injured again, but with the cubs, she could make a real difference in their lives.

“I’ll go with you,” she told Aryck.

“I’ll accompany you,” Levi said.

“Not into Jaguar lands,” Aryck said, a deep growl in his voice. “Not unless you can shift to lion form and prove you’re not outcast. You smell almost completely human.”

Rebekka jerked her arm, trying to pull away again, hating the enforcer for the prejudice he represented and for the pain she knew his words caused Levi. “If you want me to heal the cubs, then Levi—”

“Only the pack leader can grant permission for him to enter our lands. If it’s your safety he’s worried about, then I promise to personally see to your protection from the time we enter Jaguar lands until you meet him where our border touches Lion territory. If he fears sending you alone, without an ally, then the Tiger can remain with us. We’ll leave at first light and travel through the night once we’re in Were lands.”

Rebekka turned toward Levi, her hand squeezing his, asking for reassurance—acceptance of her choice and Aryck’s terms. “This will allow you time with your family.” To say your good-byes.

Levi gave a small, reluctant nod. “Promise to send Canino for me when you start home. I’ll come back to Oakland with you.”

Aryck’s fingers tightened on her arm as if in protest. Rebekka refused to acknowledge him in any way. “I promise.”

Satisfied, Aryck released the healer and moved away, passing through the doorway and into what remained of a hallway. He looked down the twisting wreck of stairway and longed to descend, to escape the confining space and nearness to the human female.

He’d touched her twice without wanting any contact at all, been unable to suppress either the Jaguar need to be at her side or the possessiveness that rose at seeing the obvious closeness between the healer and the Lion outcast.

Levi. The Lion had seemed vaguely familiar before, but injured, dying, Aryck hadn’t been able to place him until after the healing. Now he had brief memories of seeing Levi and Cyrin among the Lion pride when he’d gone there on pack business.

Alliance was rare among the Were groups, but because the Wolf and Hyena packs in the territories near theirs were so large, Lion and Jaguar maintained a cautious association. He remembered being told Levi and Cyrin had left to explore, as many males who were considering forming their own packs or prides did, then hearing later they hadn’t returned and were presumed dead.

Better dead than outcast, Aryck thought, and the Jaguar agreed even as it snarled and chafed at hearing the low murmurs of Levi and the healer talking.

Aryck could have mentally spoken with his father when they neared Jaguar lands. He could have secured permission for Levi to enter their lands. With the healer so close and the cubs in such dire need no one would have challenged the decision. But almost as quickly as the thought had come, he’d discarded it, acting on instinct and not after giving it rational consideration. The idea of Levi accompanying them, remaining at the healer’s side—

The Jaguar screamed in protest at the sound of rustling as Levi lay down next to the healer, serving as her protector. Aryck’s fingers flexed involuntarily. The muscles in his arms stood out. He was nearly overtaken by the urge to drop onto his hands and knees to accommodate the shift between forms as Jaguar soul separated further from human one.

His earlier fear returned in a heartbeat, edged once again toward horror. The unraveling of self was the first step on the rogue, outcast path. He stiffened with resolve, refusing to bend and change until reason dictated it.

Behind him the fire slowly died, no longer needed to ward off shock and provide light for the healer—

Claws raked through Aryck’s belly at his continued effort to hold her at a distance by refusing to use her name. Rebekka, the Jaguar purred, filling human nostrils and coating the man’s tongue with her scent. Flooding their shared senses with the sublime pleasure that had come from her touch. Enforcing the absolute belief of having found a mate with the hardening of Aryck’s cock and images of covering her in human form, thrusting into her as he bit her shoulder and marked her with his teeth.

Sweat coated Aryck’s skin as heat scorched through him. His hands opened and closed as he fought to suppress both desire and the morphing of one erotic scene into another.

For long moments he struggled, man and Jaguar souls at odds with each other, fighting for dominance, not in form but in will, as they had never done before.

The sound of engines drawing steadily closer halted the battle. Aryck spared a glance over his shoulder. Melina had already shifted form. The Tiger, Canino, and Cyrin were on their feet, ready to meet any threat posed by humans.

Levi was sitting, gun on the ground next to him. The hea—

Sharp pain raked Aryck’s gut, making him gasp and bend over as the Jaguar returned to the fight with a vengeance. He said, “I’m okay, Rebekka,” when she sat up, obviously ready to come to his aid.

The use of her name sheathed the unseen claws tearing through him. But the sight of the unbound hair framing her face and emphasizing how very feminine she was had his stomach muscles quivering as he imagined her placing her palm against his abdomen, soothing him with heat and touch before moving lower. Stroking him. Taking his cock in hand.

The Jaguar purred in satisfaction at having accomplished its purpose. It retreated so thoroughly that all sense of separateness disappeared, leaving Aryck’s heart beating erratically in defeat.

Gunfire erupted nearby, jerking Aryck’s attention away from Rebekka. He shed his clothing and shifted form.

His black coat made him invisible as he prowled down the twisted metal staircase and into the dark. Melina and the other two big cats followed him.

They spread out, remaining close to the building and readying themselves for attack. The vehicles drew near enough for the conversation of the humans occupying them to be heard, but turned away without coming into sight.

Sporadic gunfire sliced through the night until eventually the drone of the engines lessened and disappeared completely. A wary calm settled, a thin cloak draped over a world filled with silent predators and equally silent prey.

Canino sharpened his claws on a tree growing out of rubble. Cyrin watched him for a moment, then claimed another tree, shredding its bark and making it bleed sap.

A female cat yowled its desire to mate into the night and the entreaty brought Melina prowling to Aryck. She positioned herself in front of him, presenting her swollen vulva.

She was heavily in season. Riper than she’d been the night before when, despite his resolve, the genetic imperative to breed had nearly driven him to cover her.

There was no temptation now, no stirring of desire. Aryck knew the reason, though he refused to contemplate it, to risk undoing the seamless integration of Jaguar and human souls by thinking about Rebekka and vehemently denying he’d already found his mate.

He turned away, noting both Tiger and Lion were now watching. Spectators rather than competitors.

Melina persisted. Purring and crouching.

He rebuffed her yet again, annoyed by her continued overtures. Only his conscience over inadvertently encouraging her as they traveled made him hesitate to embarrass her further in front of an audience.

As if incensed by his continued rejection, or subconsciously aware of the threat Rebekka posed, Melina became more aggressive. She rubbed, marked him with the scent of her heat.

In a heartbeat Aryck reacted, his patience and restraint at an end. He snarled and pinned her underneath him, not the rough play before big cats mate, but the warning of an enforcer.

Sharp teeth slid through fur and skin and he tasted blood. A low, rumbled growl deep in his throat promised an attack that would leave her scarred in both forms if she persisted in trying to entice him into covering her.

Melina became completely submissive, acknowledging her acceptance of his will, and in an instant she was forgotten, her behavior triggering images of Rebekka doing the same, her hair caught up in his fists, her thighs splayed and her body joined to his.

Need flashed through Aryck, human lust and Jaguar possessiveness, a scorching heat commanding him back into the building.

He took his human form and dressed. The man impatient for dawn, telling himself he cared only about getting Rebekka to the cubs, the Jaguar intent on reaching lands the Lion outcast at her side couldn’t enter.