In a world where humans and shifters live in fringe societies, Val is taking a risk camping in the woods on shifter territory. Her overconfidence lands her in a game of life and death. This shifter is out for amusement, and doesn’t care if she wants to play. The game is set, and she must participate. He offers her a deal: if she wounds him, she wins. If he catches her, she dies.
Riker has every intent to kill her. Or did, before her scent hinted she is a potential blood bonded. Intrigued by the possibility, he pursues her in a hunt that will change their lives... and forever alter shifter and human societies.
“Woman,” a male voice called. “Don’t tell me you’re hiding. I can’t stand hide-and-seek.”
Her jaw clenched.
“The last human female who ran from me tried to claim she was in heat and not in peak condition because of it,” he warned. From her vantage point, she couldn’t see him, but the voice came somewhere from the northeast. He only crept closer, which sent a cold sweat along her body. “Didn’t work so well for her, and it won’t work for you, either.”
In heat … does this idiot not know what a period is? They’re not the same thing!
Holy shit, I’m going to kick his teeth in.
Val drew the quietest breath of her life—and finally saw him.
He stepped out from behind an enormous tree, the sun turning his hair into a golden halo. It completely juxtaposed the hunger in his expression, the slight curl of his mouth that spoke volumes of his wicked intents. Even from where she sat, she noticed the cut of muscle in his arms, the equally straight and lax confidence of his posture. His eyes scanned the ground ahead of him.
He wasn’t looking up. He stared dead ahead, to the east of her, and walked with frightening silence. Not even the grass rustled in his wake. Soon he paused almost directly beneath her. It was a good ten-foot drop. If she did this wrong, she’d break her neck.
If she did nothing and he saw her, he’d break her neck.
Val closed her eyes, said a quick prayer in her head, and jumped.