Page 43 of Mated to Team Shadow
That did it. Damon raised his hand with the claw sign.
My heart sped as adrenaline surged through me kicking off the change. Spotted fear sprang as my limbs and face rearranged and reformed. I sniffed the air and found my mate's fear-laced scent and heard my Alpha's regular breathing. He was only acting, probably thinking if he did anything then bullets would fly, which would endanger Jeanine.
I circled to the south, Kane to the north and Damon kept human form to give us directions by bird calls. It must kill him not to go on the attack, but one of us needed to stay human to keep a leash on the rest of us.
I was on one side of the clearing and Kane was on the other.
"Caw!" said Damon.
I sprinted and flew into the man holding a gun at my team leader and my mate and brought him down. Damon took out the other man. Both screamed like babies and swore in Spanish. I couldn't resist tearing a small amount of flesh from his shoulder and savored the small trickle of blood I lapped up. It was barely a scratch, but he pleaded to God and begged for his life but the only God here was the jaguar God, and he was not pleased.
Damon walked into the clearing toward us and kicked away the men's firearms.
"Are you okay?," he asked Jeanine.
"Yes, but Ryker isn't."
"I wouldn't be sure of that."
Ryker groaned and sat up.
"Took you guys long enough to get here," he said crankily.
"Ryker!" exclaimed Jeanine, and she threw herself into his arms.
"I'm fine."
"No, you were out. You could have a concussion."
Kane chuffed with a feline laugh.
"What?" she said.
"His head is so hard, I'm surprised the butt end of that rifle hasn't cracked," said Damon.
"Go get the backpacks. We shouldn't leave them on the beach anyway."
"Aye, chief," he said, and he sprang into the forest at a run.
"Now," said Ryker to our captives. "You will tell us who you are, who you work for, and what damned island we are on."
Kane
Our captive refused to cooperate.
Still, in my animal form, I scented the fear rolling off him, but he must be more afraid of his employer than us.
It was time to change that.
I huffed to get Ryker's attention.
"What do you think, Kane?" said Ryker. "He doesn't want to cooperate."
"Ask him about Surma," said Jeanine coldly. She stared at our captive with narrowed eyes. "She has dark skin and eyes, and black curly hair."
"You," said Ryker. "Do you know anything about a dark-skinned woman hanging around Morgan?"
"No hablo Ingles," he said stubbornly. He stuck out his chin defiantly and stared at us like he wanted to kill each one of us.
