terrified warning couldn’t deter her. “Woman! I can handle this!”
She never doubted Valeri for a minute. It wasn’t about whether or not Valeri could take his brother. But for crying out loud, it was his brother! This was obviously some deep-seated hatred/grudge thing. Well, it was going to end—and it would end today. The very least she could do was to take the burden of killing one's sibling from her mate.
“So my brother has a woman fighting his battles. How sad.”
It was beyond weird to hear a voice come out of the body of a feline. Megan had never spoken in tiger form, but she had never been around anyone when she shifted either. Could she speak too?
“What is sad is that you are about to die at this woman’s hands.” Cool! She could do it, too. She'd have to remember that.
The crazy tiger must’ve thought she was distracted enough to let her guard slip, because he lunged in the direction of Valeri. So not going to happen. No way this tiger was in top form—no matter how huge he was, he was simply no match for her. Before he could get airborne, Megan was there, her paw swiping out to knock him back down into the snow. For shits and giggles she sliced at his underbelly then leapt back, watching the ruby red blood swell against his white coat of fur and dip into puddles into the snow.
Males always tended to underestimate females. Silly, silly males. Although the male was hurt, he still circled her looking for an opening.
“I will slice you up just like I did to Lilya.” The other tiger was foaming at the mouth, his eyes wild. He was insane, long past the point to be helped. There was no choice but to put him down. “And I will leave your mate ,” he actually spit out the word, saliva projecting from his mouth, “wounded and suffering. Slowly, over time, the loss will drive him insane. Just as his precious son Luka is, probably. I hear on the wind the whelp has been tracking me. Probably half out his mind by now.”
Keeping her mate at her back was hard. The male was bound and determined to protect her. She had to make sure he didn't get a clear shot to leap into the fight while keeping the crazy tiger in front of her. And neither male knew what she was doing.
“Luka is safe and sound with his mate,” Megan threw in the tiger’s face, watching his enraged reaction to her words with satisfaction.
The tormented cry of the insane creature in front of her was eerie. Would’ve been scary if she was the easily frightened type. Too bad for him she wasn’t.
“Megan, get out of the way,” Valeri growled, his anger beating at her in red hot waves.
Not a fucking chance.
“Come on, tiger,” she taunted. “Is that all you got?”
The tiger sprang, just as she thought he would. Megan crouched before she too sprang, but she didn’t leap. Instead she moved low, turning just as the tiger cleared her head, and grabbed him by the tail before he could reach Valeri, who had been waiting. With strength beyond any she had used before, she swung him into a tamarack tree, snapping the tree in two. Not giving the tiger a chance to regain his balance, Megan leapt onto his back, her claws sinking into his shoulder and ripping the muscle.
Just as quickly as she jumped on him, she bounced back to the ground, rolling to face him. His fur was now coated in blood and snow, his eyes panicked as he realized the end was near.
“I don’t know what you’ve done, but I have heard enough to know you dared to hurt my baby girl. For that alone I’m going to kill you. For the harm you have caused my mate and his son, I’m going to kill you. I hurt you first for daring to threaten me.” This snarling while wearing tiger fur was starting to feel nice. She would have to try it again.
“You can’t defeat me!” The tiger was dazed, unable to hold himself up on his forelegs. And still the male really thought he had a chance. It would be funny if it wasn’t
She never doubted Valeri for a minute. It wasn’t about whether or not Valeri could take his brother. But for crying out loud, it was his brother! This was obviously some deep-seated hatred/grudge thing. Well, it was going to end—and it would end today. The very least she could do was to take the burden of killing one's sibling from her mate.
“So my brother has a woman fighting his battles. How sad.”
It was beyond weird to hear a voice come out of the body of a feline. Megan had never spoken in tiger form, but she had never been around anyone when she shifted either. Could she speak too?
“What is sad is that you are about to die at this woman’s hands.” Cool! She could do it, too. She'd have to remember that.
The crazy tiger must’ve thought she was distracted enough to let her guard slip, because he lunged in the direction of Valeri. So not going to happen. No way this tiger was in top form—no matter how huge he was, he was simply no match for her. Before he could get airborne, Megan was there, her paw swiping out to knock him back down into the snow. For shits and giggles she sliced at his underbelly then leapt back, watching the ruby red blood swell against his white coat of fur and dip into puddles into the snow.
Males always tended to underestimate females. Silly, silly males. Although the male was hurt, he still circled her looking for an opening.
“I will slice you up just like I did to Lilya.” The other tiger was foaming at the mouth, his eyes wild. He was insane, long past the point to be helped. There was no choice but to put him down. “And I will leave your mate ,” he actually spit out the word, saliva projecting from his mouth, “wounded and suffering. Slowly, over time, the loss will drive him insane. Just as his precious son Luka is, probably. I hear on the wind the whelp has been tracking me. Probably half out his mind by now.”
Keeping her mate at her back was hard. The male was bound and determined to protect her. She had to make sure he didn't get a clear shot to leap into the fight while keeping the crazy tiger in front of her. And neither male knew what she was doing.
“Luka is safe and sound with his mate,” Megan threw in the tiger’s face, watching his enraged reaction to her words with satisfaction.
The tormented cry of the insane creature in front of her was eerie. Would’ve been scary if she was the easily frightened type. Too bad for him she wasn’t.
“Megan, get out of the way,” Valeri growled, his anger beating at her in red hot waves.
Not a fucking chance.
“Come on, tiger,” she taunted. “Is that all you got?”
The tiger sprang, just as she thought he would. Megan crouched before she too sprang, but she didn’t leap. Instead she moved low, turning just as the tiger cleared her head, and grabbed him by the tail before he could reach Valeri, who had been waiting. With strength beyond any she had used before, she swung him into a tamarack tree, snapping the tree in two. Not giving the tiger a chance to regain his balance, Megan leapt onto his back, her claws sinking into his shoulder and ripping the muscle.
Just as quickly as she jumped on him, she bounced back to the ground, rolling to face him. His fur was now coated in blood and snow, his eyes panicked as he realized the end was near.
“I don’t know what you’ve done, but I have heard enough to know you dared to hurt my baby girl. For that alone I’m going to kill you. For the harm you have caused my mate and his son, I’m going to kill you. I hurt you first for daring to threaten me.” This snarling while wearing tiger fur was starting to feel nice. She would have to try it again.
“You can’t defeat me!” The tiger was dazed, unable to hold himself up on his forelegs. And still the male really thought he had a chance. It would be funny if it wasn’t
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