. . . chink weretiger . . .
A loud noise. Stone hitting stone. ‘Don’t fucking call me son, Carlson,’ Marc shouted. ‘I’m not your kid, and after this I never want to see you again. This is all kinds of fucked up wrong. We can’t just kidnap a woman and force her into the shift.’
. . . Fuck. They were trying to make me into a big-cat-shifter. Like them.
‘Heh, s— lad, I knows it ain’t right, but I promised yer Da when he passed, I’d find yer a mate. He was ma brother. Ain’t gonna break ma promise to him.’
‘Da would never have wanted this.’
‘Ain’t wanting it either, Marc, lad. But we tried gitting a female through that Forum an’ you seen the money those folk are putting up for that Bengali cat and her kit. Ain’t no chance for us to match it.’
‘I told you putting that listing on the Forum was a fucking stupid idea, Carlson. Information on the internet goes viral in seconds.’
‘Forum said it were private, lad.’
‘Nothing’s private on the internet. All that stupid listing did was tell everyone we weren’t extinct. I’ve already seen a load of blogs speculating about us.’
‘Ain’t nothing to be done now, lad. Yer twenty-four in a few days. Already long past yer prime. You need a mate.’
‘I don’t want a fucking mate.’ More stone crashed against stone.
I didn’t want him for a fucking mate either.
‘Yer want to live, don’t yer, boy?’
‘Not like this. What’s the point of living if I have to spend my life mated to a woman who hates me? If I hate myself?’
‘Heh, s— lad, she ain’t gonna hate you. Not soon as the mate bond takes. The magic’ll see to that.’
Mate bond. What the hell was that?
‘This is wrong,’ Marc snapped, and silently I shouted agreement. ‘I told you, that girl I’ve been seeing, Claire. I was going to talk to her, I’m sure she’d have agreed to the ritual willingly. She’s desperate to be more than human; she wouldn’t care what it meant. We didn’t have to do this.’
‘An’ I told you, lad. It weren’t gonna work, that redhead might have a smidge of something magic in her, but it ain’t enough. An’ anyways, she ain’t no virgin—’
‘She says she was!’ Marc exclaimed. ‘She told me thrice.’
Was this guy for real? The thrice rule only worked for fullblood fae, not someone with a drop of magical blood.
‘Lad, the gnome ain’t guaranteeing that thrice rule works for a faeling. And even if yous was to try, even if it looked like it was working right, that redhead ain’t telling truth about being a virgin, so yous both be dead soon as yous mated.’
They died if the mate wasn’t a virgin? Well, if they thought I was good to mate with Marc . . . no way in hell was that going to happen, even without the dying bit.
‘Better that,’ Marc said, ‘than kidnapping this poor woman.’
‘She’s a fairy, lad. Ain’t no comeback by the law when it comes to them.’
For the freaking last time; Not. A. Fairy!
‘She’s a person,’ Marc snapped.
‘She’s a fairy. Heck, we’ve been catching her sort for the gnome. Ain’t hear you sticking up for them, lad.’
‘They’re garden fairies, Carlson. She’s as different from them as we are from the tigers in that stupid zoo. And the fairies were already dead from natural causes. We didn’t kill them.’
‘Ain’t killing her, lad. Just making her shift.’
‘What if she doesn’t shift? Then she’ll die,’ Marc said angrily. ‘That’s the same as killing her. Then what you going to do, Carlson, give her dead body to the gnome so he can cut it up and sell it like the garden fairies?’
‘Ain’t gonna come to that, lad. She’ll shift.’
Even I could hear the doubt in his voice. Damn.
‘What if she’s not a virgin?’ Marc asked quietly.
‘Told you, lad, I got the feeling right here.’ A hollow thump sounded, like a fist on a chest. ‘Got it first outside the gnome’s in the park other night. I don’t get that less they’re intact.’
Oh boy, was his feeling wrong. Stupid fucking idiot. He really needed to get his facts right. Not that I’d wish whatever ritual they were doing on anyone else.
‘I can’t feel anything,’ Marc said.
‘Course not, ’cos yous still an innocent yerself. Yous needs to go through the ritual afore you cans.’
He was lying. I could hear it in his voice. Question was, why?
‘Anyways, it was her or that young blonde yous been sniffing around.’
Katie! If they’d touched her, they were dead. Hell, they were dead anyway. They’d just be more dead.
A menacing growl reverberated through the air, raising the hairs at my nape. ‘Told you, Carlson. Stay away from Katie.’
I opened my eyes, blinked in relief and then frustration as I realised it was only my eyes I could move. I stared up. Firelight chased shadows over the rough-hewn rock. We were in a cave.
‘Aw, lad—’
‘The ritual is wrong,’ Marc’s yell cut him off. A stone flew over my head, crashing into the cave wall at the back. ‘The gnome must’ve stitched you up. That’s why she’s not shifting. You’re working on the wrong information, Carlson.’
‘Look, so— lad, maybe the ritual needs a bit more time,’ Carlson said placatingly. ‘Ain’t doing yous any good brooding ’bout it now it’s done anyways. She’s gonna be hungry once she shifts. Ain’t a bad idea if yous go hunting, get us all some victuals. Yous needs to keep yous strength up for the mating too.’
I was lying on – the muscles of my neck freed and I turned my head – a pile of dark furs atop a bed of hay mixed with herbs. I made out the clean scent of sage and something minty which smelled oddly enticing. But even with the herbs, hay and smoke from the fire filtering the air, I could still smell the sulphur and shit reek from the swampies. Good. They hadn’t brought me too far into Between, then.
The two males sat either side of the fire, just inside the low gaping slash of the cave’s entrance. Beyond them, it was night outside. How long had I been here? Was this the same day, or longer?
Carlson turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting mine without any visible reaction. His eyes were glowing eerily, reflecting like a cat’s.
I tried to shout, but my voice was still gone.
‘I’m not mating with her.’ Marc’s voice was firm as he stood, his head nearly brushing the cave’s roof as he raked his hands through his dark hair. ‘Better she dies than be forced into something she hasn’t agreed to.’
‘If that’s how yous feeling, lad,’ Carlson said, his eyes not leaving mine. ‘Then fair enough. But if yous so concerned ’bout her feelings, ain’t it better if yous give her the choice? Might be she’d choose to live as yous mate, ’stead of dying.’
Marc stilled with his hands on his head. After a long moment, a frustrated growl came from his throat. ‘Yeah, you’re right. It’s not my decision to make. I can’t change what we’ve done to her, can’t take it back. But we can explain what’s what, then let her decide for herself.’
Fuck, this guy Carlson was good. Though if he thought I was going to jump on the get-mated-instead-of-dying bandwagon, like his pal Marc, he could think again.
‘Might as well fetch a brace of those rabbits we saw.’ Marc’s tone said he was resigned. ‘I’ll just check she’s okay first.’
‘Nah, yous git out there and hunt boy,’ Carlson said, ‘And check on Steve while yous out there. Make sure he ain’t gitting any trouble from that goat-man. Ain’t wanting them swampies to git him.’
Finn. He was somewhere nearby. They had him. Captive, but alive. Relief made me limp.
‘Okay,’ Marc said, pulling off his T-shirt, then he dropped his jeans, showing the cave he went commando. He took a deep breath, expanding his chest, and seemed to fall to the floor. As he did so his human shape morphed into that of a grey and black striped big cat. The shift was fast and seamless and, even more worrying, I couldn’t feel any magic. If I couldn’t feel it, then there was less chance I’d be able to use it to fight them. I pinged him. Only animal came back. Seconds before he’d pinged human. Well, that answered that question. Ailuranthropes, and possibly all therianthropes, hit my inner radar as human or animal depending on what shape they were in.