Taming The Shifter. Lisa Childs

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      “She never came to?”

      “No.”

      The doctor opened her closed lid and shone a light into her eye and then repeated the action on her other eye. “Her pupils aren’t blown.”

      “That’s good?”

      The doctor nodded as his fingers gently probed her head wound.

      “Do you work on humans, too?” Warrick asked, wondering if he had brought her to the right doctor. Maybe he would have been smarter to bring her to the local emergency room, but the clinic had been closer.

      Davison nodded again. “I started with humans and still work on more of them than the other creatures.”

      “So you can help her.”

      The doctor sighed. “I don’t know...if anyone will be able to help her if she regains consciousness here.”

      Warrick shuddered as he worried that in trying to help her that he might have put her in more danger. But the society’s wasn’t the only secret he risked exposing as his watch buzzed out a warning that midnight was only minutes away. Already his skin was beginning to itch as hair rushed to the surface. His jaw ached as the bone stretched—his face was changing shape.

      “I hope Kate doesn’t wind up like me,” Davison murmured as he reached for a syringe.

      “How’s that?” Warrick asked.

      “I stumbled onto a secret I wish I had never learned.” A muscle twitched in the doctor’s cheek. “And it nearly cost me everything...”

      “But you learned the secret and lived.”

      “Extenuating circumstances. They needed me,” the surgeon explained. “But now I’m one of them.”

      Kate as a vampire? It was easier to imagine her as that than as a werewolf, though. His muscles expanded, ripping through his jeans and his shirt, as his body took its other form. This was the only life he had ever known, having been born and raised in the pack.

      He had only imagined turning one human into what he was, and he had lost her...just as he had lost everything else that had ever mattered to him.

      Just as he might have lost Kate tonight...

      But Kate didn’t matter to him. She was a stranger, a human who had thwarted his plans. He needed to leave her to the doctor’s care and get the hell out of Zantrax.

      “You’ll be able to help her?” he asked the surgeon for his assurance.

      “I won’t be able to go home if I don’t save Kate,” Davison replied. “Now get out of here. She can’t see you like that.”

      A moan emanated from Kate’s throat as she shifted on the table, reaching for her head.

      It was too late for Warrick to hide.

      * * *

      Images flitted through Kate’s mind. Bright lights and searing pain and dark alleys and sterile rooms...and a man who wasn’t a man. Her head pounded as she tried to sort out those brief images. But they were like old photographs, the colors faded and washed-out, so that she could barely make out the subjects.

      Like old dreams that she could barely remember...

      Dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Her eyes were closed; the lids so heavy she could barely lift them. After some effort she managed to blink them open and blink away the grit of deep sleep.

      Then she focused on the room. Sunlight streaked through the blinds at the window, casting a warm glow onto the hardwood floor where her clothes lay in a heap. She fought against the sheets tangled around her, but as she sat up, the room spun. Her head lightened and the bright glow dimmed.

      “Easy,” a familiar deep voice murmured. “Not so fast...”

      He was back.

      Instinct had her reaching under the other pillow but her palm skimmed across the satin sheet to the edge of the bed. The gun was gone.

      “You don’t need it,” he said as he approached the bed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

      “Someone hit me...in the alley.” That had happened, hadn’t it? She’d been in the alley, searching for...him. But he must have found her first.

      “It wasn’t me,” he said and just as he had that first night, he settled onto the bed beside her—as if he was familiar with her bedroom. With her.

      She snorted. “As if you’d admit it if it was... I would arrest you for assaulting an officer.”

      “You’ve tried once to arrest me for assault.”

      But he had disappeared, like those images from her mind. She couldn’t remember now exactly what she’d seen. What had been real and what a dream. Was he a dream?

      “How did I get here?” she wondered. Not just in her apartment and in her bed, but naked beneath her sheets. Just how much of the night before had she forgotten? Had he taken off her clothes? What else had he done to her? She shivered as she imagined him touching her and more...

      “I found you in the alley,” he said. “I got you some medical help then brought you back here. Don’t you remember anything?”

      She reached a trembling hand toward her head, and her fingers skimmed over a gauze bandage. Stitches tightened the skin beneath it, which throbbed with a dull ache. “No...” she murmured. “I don’t remember anything after I got hit.” At least she didn’t remember anything that seemed real—that could have actually happened.

      “You have a concussion,” he said as he gently trailed his fingers along the edge of the gauze. “Someone hit you really hard. Did you see who it was?”

      “Only the bright light...” And the shadow behind it. The tall, broad-shouldered shadow. It could have been him.

      But then why was there so much concern in his eerie topaz eyes? “Your pulse was so weak...” He shuddered. “I thought you were dead or nearly dead.”

      “Why would you care?” she asked. After all, she had shot him. Or so she’d thought...

      He shrugged those mammothly broad shoulders. “I don’t know...”

      “You’re mad at me for not letting you kill that man,” she reminded him. He certainly had seemed more upset about that than her shooting him.

      “Yes, I am,” he freely admitted.

      “Was that really you?” she asked. “That man in the alley?”

      “I told you I didn’t hit you—”

      “Not tonight...” She glanced to the sun-streaked blinds. “Not last night. That night a couple of months ago. The man in the alley—the СКАЧАТЬ