A Tiger For Two - Lia Davis Page 0,5

this together.

Tanner let out a howl that pierced the afternoon air and echoed through the forest. It was a call for backup, so Jon’s tiger let out a roar that vibrated through the ground and trees.

Then the mutants charged, and Tanner and Jon moved at the same time. They jumped and landed on two of the mutants and clawed at them. Pain exploded on the back of Jon’s head and he fell to the ground. Pushing through the pain, he pulled on his tiger for the beast to step back. Jon needed to fight in human form. He hadn’t trained in animal form and it was too foreign to him, giving him a weakness he couldn’t afford at the moment.

To his relief, the tiger stepped back and gave him full control again. Once in human form, he raced toward two more mutants. He punched one in the jaw while spinning around and kicking the other in the gut.

The one he hit threw a punch of his own, connection with the side of Jon’s head. Fuck. Pinning the mutant with a stare, Jon half growled, half snarled and plowed into the rogue. He caught the mutant with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

With fury and a need to avenge his Alpha wolf, Jon gripped the rogue by the throat while sitting on him. “Tell me where Luna is?”

“Dead.” The bastard laughed.

Jon Lifted his head up and slammed it to the ground. “I can do this all day.”

The mutant narrowed his eyes, then an evil smile lifted his lips a moment before the bastard disappeared. Thrown off balance, Jon crumbled to the ground. “What the hell?”

“Asshole teleported,” Tanner said, now back in his human form, as he throat-punched a mutant.

Jon sensed another one of the rogue beasts and swung. He hit him in the shoulder, sending him stumbling back a few feet. Following him, Jon continued to hit him. Rage and his military training kicking in and mixing with the shifter training he’d done over the last few months.

The mutant swung, but Jon dodged him and delivered an uppercut to the bastard’s jaw. The mutant flew back several feet then dropped to the ground.

Behind him was Ana—the Ashwood leopard Beta and Alec’s sister. She grinned at him then tossed him a gun before she darted off to take care of another mutant. She had elemental magick and used the water from the nearby stream and the vines from the trees to tie up a couple of the mutants and dangle them upside down several feet off the ground.

Two more mutants charged at the female, but they didn’t make it. Jon raised the gun and fired, twice. Hit each of them.

Then everything fell silent, the fighting coming to an end.

Alec walked over to Jon and tossed his clothes to him. Catching the clothes, Jon nodded and then noticed Tanner was dressing while standing next his brother Dane.

Turning his attention to the mutants hanging in a tangle of vines, he wondered what Ana was going to do to them. From the terrified expressions on the mutants’ faces, they knew who Ana was.

She was the lost daughter of Keegan Andrews, the Ashwood Elder, stolen from her mother’s womb and raised as Felix’s daughter until about a year ago when Keegan found out about her. Ana was raised around the mutants and from what Alec had told Jon, she loved to terrorize the mutants.

Ana conjured a dagger and started tossing it in the air. “Y’all wouldn’t know where Faelin or Luna is, would you?”

“No.” One of them said.

Ana moved closer to the one that spoke. By that time Tanner had come over and brushed his hand against Jon’s. Out of reflex, Jon laced his fingers with Tanner’s. “What will she do to them?”

Tanner chuckled. “Watch and learn. She is ruthless.”

Ana took the tip of the blade and pressed it to the mutant’s throat. Smoke rolled from its skin and it hissed as if the blade burned. Tanner said, “Mutants are sensitive to silver in the same way demons are.”

The mutant growled at her but said nothing. That was when she moved to the other mutant. He began shaking and stared at the dagger. Just before she touched him with it, he yelled, “A warehouse in California. It’s on the coast and I don’t know the name of the city.”

Ana smiled wickedly. “See that isn’t so hard. So, does Faelin own this warehouse?”

“Don’t know.”

She pressed the blade to his throat, and he screamed. “Honest. We aren’t