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His mouth opened and another roar burst from him.
The bastard was running. He could hear his thudding footsteps. His favorite part...chasing prey.
Muscles bunching, he prepared for the hunt.
“Jude, what’s going on?Jude!”
His head jerked toward her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. She stood on the stairs, just steps away from the bottom, and her fingers had a white-knuckled grip around the banister. “Jude?”
He growled at her. That better not be fear on her face. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not ever. No matter what form he took.
The beast wouldn’t so much as scratch the woman that the man craved.
She stepped toward him, eyes too big. “I-it’s you. Why d-did you shift? What’s?—”
No time. He whirled away from her and launched toward the open door.
Her footfalls rushed behind him. He glanced back and roared at her to stay put. In human form, she’d just be a target.
And he wouldn’t risk her. Not now. Not ever.
He bounded into the night.
* * *
Oh, shit.
Erin stared after Jude, her heart racing so fast her chest hurt.
Jude—a tiger.A white tiger. Big and beautiful and deadly.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright...The words from the William Blake poem whispered through her mind as she watched him jump off her porch and disappear into the darkness.
Such grace and power.
So very, very dangerous.
A white tiger.
Thick fur, pale as snow, and lined with coal black stripes. The tiger was huge. The length of his body had been at least nine feet, plus that long, thick tail. His mouth—when he’d opened his mouth in that roar, his teeth had been—hell.He could have ripped her throat open with those razor-sharp teeth in less than a second.
But he hadn’t attacked her. In his blue eyes, she’d seen the man staring back at her. Jude had full control over his beast. Not all shifters did.
“A white tiger,” she whispered to the night. Jude was out there, hunting, for her.
There was a reason the white tigers bore the Chinese symbol for king on their heads. Some said the rare white tigers were among the strongest of the shifters, second only to the dragons. But the dragons, well, no one was really sure those guys even existed anymore.
Tiger versus wolf. Both strong, fierce killing machines. But the tiger—she’d lay odds he could take the wolf. He’d still better be careful, and he’d better come back to her.
Erin strode to the edge of the porch. Going after them would be foolish. She’d just get in Jude’s way, and she couldn’t hunt with him. No shifting, no hunting.
As much as she hated to stay behind, she wouldn’t risk his safety.
Besides, a white tiger could take down just about anything.
So strong.
Strong enough to handle even her.
