Lion Mane was the problem. He could follow the dead men’s scents and know not only that Maya had moved them but also where she’d taken them.
The brush rustled nearby, and he cocked his head to peer harder. Hell, it was Kat in her jaguar form. Where was Connor?
Maya was thinking a mile a minute. The human was just as heavy as Bettinger had been, and although she was able to dump Bettinger in the river, she didn’t think she could do the same with this one.
“Bettinger!” a man yelled. “Mylar!”
Breathing suspended, she paused. The man shouting was still near the barking dogs.
She was struggling to drag the body toward the river when she saw a flash of golden fur and black rosettes in the plants nearby. Kat.
Glad it wasn’t Lion Mane in jaguar form, Maya took a relieved breath. She released her hold on the body, ran across the dead man’s chest, and greeted Kat. The two rubbed whiskers, then they worked together to drag the body to the river. A croc snapped near Maya, and she let go of the dead man and whipped around. It looked to be about thirteen feet in length but was no match for her powerful bite.
His long leathery needle-nose jaws snapped again at her while she hopped back and forth, keeping her distance until she could go for the head and avoid his razor-sharp teeth. With a well-aimed pounce, she grabbed his head with her mouth and crushed his skull, tossing him aside to help Kat finish hauling the human to the dark river where he would be piranha and croc bait.
The crocs in Belize normally didn’t attack humans, and like jaguars, they had a tendency to ambush prey at night, stalking them in the water. But when it came to fighting jaguars? No contest.
Kat rubbed against Maya’s side, and the two licked each other’s muzzles in camaraderie again. Then they turned and raced back to the site where the female jaguar and Wade were, and where Maya’s brother had undoubtedly arrived by now.
When they reached the site, Connor had already hefted a sleepy female jaguar into denser brush. She was beginning to stir.
They would wait and protect her until she was awake enough to take care of herself. Then Maya saw Connor below the tree where Wade was resting, watching all of them.
Connor looked stern—worried, too. He’d hastily dressed in khaki pants and a long-sleeved shirt and his thick, sturdy boots. All he’d brought for Wade was a pair of black drawstring pants.
When Connor’s gaze turned from hers to the half-asleep jaguar shifter, she swore her brother muttered a curse. He still didn’t like the man, but she hoped her brother would come around.
The problem was that jaguar males were totally territorial. Connor didn’t have male friends. It wasn’t part of his nature. She suspected Connor would not be happy about any male crossing the line into his perceived territory. Even if the male was on their side. She hoped that Connor could overcome it enough that when she took a mate, he’d get along with him.
She sighed.
Connor said to Wade, “I take it you’re Wade Patterson. Come on. Wake up and get dressed.”
Looking groggy, Wade stared at Connor before turning his attention on Maya. He gave her a sleepy grin. Then he grunted at Connor.
Not a great start to developing a super family relationship.
Kat stayed back away from the situation to keep from stirring things up between the two males.
Maya jumped onto the branch and licked Wade’s face, greeting him in a jaguar way. She shouldn’t have done so in front of Connor because she knew it aggravated him, but she did it to try and stir Wade into action.
Wade smiled, showing off those great teeth that could take down an adversary or dinner, and nudged her face with his nose in a mutually caring greeting back.
“Come on, shrug it off,” Connor ordered, sounding like he was ready to shift and knock the male cat from the tree. “Don’t make me come up there to get you.”
Maya was certain that Wade would have shifted already if he could. His lethargy was holding him back.
Finally, Wade shifted and she tried not to look at his nakedness again. Well, not really hard. He was glorious, all sleek muscles and sinewy strength, powerful even in human form.
Connor scowled at him. “You could have leaped down from the tree branch first.”
That proved how much difficulty Wade was having in processing what he needed to do. He shifted back into his cat form, looking virile. He glanced at Maya as if feeling a little guilty that he was being so thickheaded. She sympathized, hating that he was feeling so out of it.
He licked her face as if wanting to annoy Connor and let her know he was interested in her, and then he leaped to the ground, forcing Connor to step back. He did it on purpose! She knew it and smiled. Touché! Wade was showing his alpha-ness even in his drugged state.
She didn’t expect Connor to offer a slow, easy smile that said he was impressed with the big cat’s reaction. Maya took a settling breath and stayed where she was until Wade shifted, slumping on his bare butt on the ground. Connor tossed his extra pair of pants on Wade’s lap. “Get dressed. We’ve got to get back to the resort.”
Poor Wade. He looked like a sloppy drunk who was trying to get a foot into one of the pant legs, the wrong pant leg, and wasn’t making any progress. Connor watched him for what had to be the longest amount of time he could stand, glanced up at Maya, then shook his head as if to say, “The things I do for you.”
Connor reached down to tug the correct pant leg over each of Wade’s big feet.
She tried not to watch. Really she did. The whole scenario was almost comical.
Thankfully, Kat had left the show to watch over the female jaguar nearby.
Connor cinched the drawstring and offered Wade a hand up. Wade didn’t appear to have the strength to hold on to Connor’s hand firmly enough.
“Fireman’s carry,” Connor said, not asking a question but stating a fact.
The significance was not lost on her or on Wade, as she could tell from his brief nod. Connor could have just grabbed him and thrown him over his shoulders, but he was giving him the respect of telling him what he intended to do first.
“Maya?” Connor said, glancing up at her.
She jumped down from the branch and stood next to him on the ground and rubbed his leg in a way of showing gratitude.
“Kat?” Connor added.
Kat grunted as the female jaguar rose to her feet, shook off the effects of the drug a little, and sauntered groggily away.
Then Kat and Maya led the way back to the resort while Connor hoisted Wade over his shoulders.
“Thanks,” Wade said, his voice dark and slurred.
“I owe you one,” Connor said.
They owed him more than that as he’d helped them out more than once. It was about all Connor could manage, considering how much he disliked another male invading his territory.
“Didn’t… know… Maya… sister,” Wade managed to get out.
“Save your breath,” Connor said, annoyed.
Maya wanted to hear what Wade had to say and gave Connor a quelling look.
“Thought… Kat… shifter… too.”
Connor snorted.
“Did,” Wade said as gruffly as he was able. “Couldn’t… have… two,” Wade said, forcing the words out.
Maya looked back to see her brother’s expression.
Connor frowned at her. “Sleep,” Connor said to Wade, his word a command. “We’ll talk later when I know the drug’s not speaking for you.”
Maya continued to move through the jungle on silent cat paws, Kat running beside her, believing Wade had succumbed to sleep. Until he said, “Not… drug.”