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Then the absolute worst thing happened. McNabb started to wake. He’d probably been shivering for a while, but Yordan was too far away to see it. Now the guy curled into himself and moaned.
Not good! Not good!
“Stay still!” Marsha bellowed. She was running on two feet but was much too far away to do anything.
Then the panther lunged. Yordan had no idea how so large a body could leap out of water so easily, but it did. It was one of the crazy things about magical monsters. They didn’t obey the laws of physics.
That was okay. He was used to impossible monsters, and he timed his leap perfectly.
He caught the panther’s face just as it came down. Scaly lizard legs landed on the sand with an oomph, enough to knock the puppies back. But Yordan caught the panther’s face with what was essentially a headbutt.
And—hallelujah—the panther was now laser focused on him. Cool. He could fight a cat any day. Even one twice as large as he was.
The cat lunged again, Yordan dashed away and tried for a side swipe. No go. It wasn’t that the skin was too tough. Nope, his claws would slice it right open. But the cat was so damned fast, he missed by a few key inches.
Next time. Nope.
Next time. Shit.
His peripheral vision showed him that McNabb was waking, coming back to full consciousness. Good. Maybe the guy could shift and help in this fight. Another trained wolf would be a godsend. Yordan was good, but he was getting tired. Magical gummy aside, no one could keep this up for long.
To the other side, Marsha was organizing the puppies, and pretty soon he had slower, stupider wolves dashing in and out. It helped. Gave him a breather and all, but it wasn’t enough.
And then. Sweet heaven, thank you. He saw the telltale shimmer around The Scot. Good. The guy was finally going wolf—
Fuck!
He’d been distracted watching The Scot and had missed an attack. Got a panther paw rake against his flank.
It wasn’t fatal, but it stung like a bitch. That leg was going to be slow now.
On the upside, the strike had pulled the panther into perfect position for wolfy McNabb to leap and sink his teeth straight into the creature’s neck.
Like right now.
Now!
Where the fuck was The Scot?
“Merowwwww! Mew, mew. Whimper. Meow!”
What was that?
Yordan wasn’t the only one looking. The panther reacted as any feline mother should. It sniffed, cocked its ears, and turned its whole head to where wolf McNabb should be standing right now. Except there wasn’t a wolf there. Instead, Yordan saw a large kitten squatting miserably in the sand.
What the fuck?
Not only was it a kitten, but it was one of those Scottish floppy-eared things. It wasn’t even a proper cat! Was that The Scot?
Couldn’t be. He’d never fought directly with McNabb before, but he’d heard the tales. The guy was a big gray wolf. He was sure of it.
Except right now, he was a mewling, pitiful gray kitten. He had big, limpid eyes and ears that fell in adorable little folds. If Yordan weren’t so shocked, he’d be laughing his ass off. Or cursing because the damned kitten was about to get eaten.
The panther dashed forward, dropping its head down as it sniffed then opened its mouth.
No!
Yordan and every wolf on the beach started barking, trying to distract the creature, to no avail.
