throat before any real sound could escape.
A scream had him stopping. Letting go of the throat, turning his head, his eyes landed on the female standing midway on the stairs. The fear in her eyes and the scent of the kill gave him a thrill.
Right before her shock filled eyes, he changed back from jaguar to a large, well built and very naked man that had blood running down his chin to the chest.
“Hello pretty,” he smiled at her. “Care to have some fun?”
Chapter Five
“Can’t believe he’s got me going out when I just fucking found my mate. Just to speak to someone that doesn’t want to talk to anyone,” Jonah talked to himself as he stomped through the woods. Halfway to the middle he stopped. Everything around him was dead quiet and still—not normal. “Something’s not right here.”
Walking slower, looking around, all his senses on full alert, Jonah waited for something or someone to jump out and attack at any second. He could feel the tension in the woods. He was about to shift, stopped and sniffed the air. Blood! Fresh blood.
Moving faster, going deeper into the woods, he sniffed with each few steps he took, following the smell of blood. When he finally did reach it, the sight had his gut dropping.
“Ghost!” Jonah rushed to the fallen male and fell to the ground at a skid. Ghost lay on his side, a very large gash across the other side of his naked body, covering the ground in red. “Jesus.” Jonah took his jacket and wrapped it as best he could around the wound, pressing his fingers at the wounded male’s throat, looking for a pulse. Finding one, he let out a short sigh of relief, then looked around to see if the attacker might still be around.
They were right in the middle of the woods, but closer to Sulwen’s place. Moving Ghost enough to tie his jacket as tight as he could around him with hopes of slowing the blood flow down, Jonah grabbed Ghost by the arms, pulled him up to a sitting positioned and then with a hard yank, had him up on his shoulder.
As fast as he could move, Jonah jogged towards the house. Each step, he still sniffed, making sure that whoever attacked Ghost, wasn’t following him.
Coming out of the woods, not slowing down, he went right up to the back door, kicking it in. “Garek!” he yelled.
“What the hell?” Garek came around the corner right as Jonah walked into the kitchen.
“I need your help,” Jonah huffed. “He’s been hurt real bad.”
Garek’s eyes widen, looked at Ghost then back up at Jonah. “Upstairs. Follow me.”
They took the stairs two at a time. On the second floor, Garek turned and went down a hall to the very last room. He stood back, letting Jonah walk in with Ghost. Right up to the bed he went, putting the male down as carefully as he could.
“Let’s have a look,” Garek said, pulling the jacket away. He whistled. “This wound is not done with a knife.”
Pounding feet had both turning, Jonah instantly ready to shift and fight. Chloe came to the door, eyes wide open. “What’s going on?”
“Chloe, get my kit,” Garek told her. “Hurry!” She looked fast at Jonah then dashed away. He could hear her feet pounding all the way to the other end of the house. “Who did this?”
“I don’t know,” Jonah answered. “I was on my way to go talk to him. Father said something about a human being attacked.”
Garek nodded his head in agreement.
“Is she still alive?”
Garek looked up, his hands still pressing on the side wound. “I don’t think so.”
“Here!” Chloe rushed back in, handing a large bag to her father.
“I need towels and water,” Garek told her.
She nodded, and once more ran out of the room.
Jonah only stood and watched. Garek had the bleeding slowed down, but not stopped. In the bag, he brought out a surgical kit as well as two needles. One he stuck Ghost with to numb the area up, before
A scream had him stopping. Letting go of the throat, turning his head, his eyes landed on the female standing midway on the stairs. The fear in her eyes and the scent of the kill gave him a thrill.
Right before her shock filled eyes, he changed back from jaguar to a large, well built and very naked man that had blood running down his chin to the chest.
“Hello pretty,” he smiled at her. “Care to have some fun?”
Chapter Five
“Can’t believe he’s got me going out when I just fucking found my mate. Just to speak to someone that doesn’t want to talk to anyone,” Jonah talked to himself as he stomped through the woods. Halfway to the middle he stopped. Everything around him was dead quiet and still—not normal. “Something’s not right here.”
Walking slower, looking around, all his senses on full alert, Jonah waited for something or someone to jump out and attack at any second. He could feel the tension in the woods. He was about to shift, stopped and sniffed the air. Blood! Fresh blood.
Moving faster, going deeper into the woods, he sniffed with each few steps he took, following the smell of blood. When he finally did reach it, the sight had his gut dropping.
“Ghost!” Jonah rushed to the fallen male and fell to the ground at a skid. Ghost lay on his side, a very large gash across the other side of his naked body, covering the ground in red. “Jesus.” Jonah took his jacket and wrapped it as best he could around the wound, pressing his fingers at the wounded male’s throat, looking for a pulse. Finding one, he let out a short sigh of relief, then looked around to see if the attacker might still be around.
They were right in the middle of the woods, but closer to Sulwen’s place. Moving Ghost enough to tie his jacket as tight as he could around him with hopes of slowing the blood flow down, Jonah grabbed Ghost by the arms, pulled him up to a sitting positioned and then with a hard yank, had him up on his shoulder.
As fast as he could move, Jonah jogged towards the house. Each step, he still sniffed, making sure that whoever attacked Ghost, wasn’t following him.
Coming out of the woods, not slowing down, he went right up to the back door, kicking it in. “Garek!” he yelled.
“What the hell?” Garek came around the corner right as Jonah walked into the kitchen.
“I need your help,” Jonah huffed. “He’s been hurt real bad.”
Garek’s eyes widen, looked at Ghost then back up at Jonah. “Upstairs. Follow me.”
They took the stairs two at a time. On the second floor, Garek turned and went down a hall to the very last room. He stood back, letting Jonah walk in with Ghost. Right up to the bed he went, putting the male down as carefully as he could.
“Let’s have a look,” Garek said, pulling the jacket away. He whistled. “This wound is not done with a knife.”
Pounding feet had both turning, Jonah instantly ready to shift and fight. Chloe came to the door, eyes wide open. “What’s going on?”
“Chloe, get my kit,” Garek told her. “Hurry!” She looked fast at Jonah then dashed away. He could hear her feet pounding all the way to the other end of the house. “Who did this?”
“I don’t know,” Jonah answered. “I was on my way to go talk to him. Father said something about a human being attacked.”
Garek nodded his head in agreement.
“Is she still alive?”
Garek looked up, his hands still pressing on the side wound. “I don’t think so.”
“Here!” Chloe rushed back in, handing a large bag to her father.
“I need towels and water,” Garek told her.
She nodded, and once more ran out of the room.
Jonah only stood and watched. Garek had the bleeding slowed down, but not stopped. In the bag, he brought out a surgical kit as well as two needles. One he stuck Ghost with to numb the area up, before
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