malnourished. We were sure he came from the exotic animal park down the road. They’re horrible people—horrible! They mistreat those animals. I know it!” She gave them all a quick, vehement glance before saying, “Anyway, we managed to get him up on the table, and when Dr. Woods was helping by holding up his front paws, he jerked and she nicked herself on her arm. After that, everything went kaplooey.”
Nina and Wanda gave each other knowing glances.
Glances Katie didn’t much cotton.
“Is that true, Katie?” Wanda inquired.
Her nod was slow—words were something she was incapable of as the reality of what had come to pass began to worm its way deep into her brain.Yes. Everything Ingrid had told them was true.
She’d thought surely he’d somehow escaped from the exotic animal farm four miles down the road. Katie had always been suspicious about the kind of care animals, who in her opinion should be free to roam the wild, received there. She’d made her position on such clear to anyone who would listen in the small town of Piney Creek where she’d set up her practice in the hopes of rebuilding her now-tarnished career.
So she’d made the executive decision to give him a thorough examination before contacting anyone, even though large breeds and exotics weren’t her specialty. If she could find proof the animals were undernourished and mistreated, maybe she could have the place shut down for good. Katie Woods wasn’t afraid of a good fight when it came to an animal’s right to humane care.
Just ask her ex-husband, George . . .
However, what slept so soundly in a tight ball in the biggest cage Katie had was, most assuredly, not what she, Ingrid, and Kaih had dragged into the clinic.
On the contrary. This was a whole different breed of animal than the one from earlier this evening.
A long, lanky, muscled, naked breed of animal.
Hysteria rose like cream in her morning coffee.
He was naked.
He was a he.
He was a full-grown man.
CHAPTER 3
Katie wobbled, but Wanda held her firm. Her strength was uncannily male and in stark contrast to her very feminine appearance. “I don’t understand . . . he was a . . . and now he’s a . . .”
“A man,” Nina crowed with some sort of sick delight. “A big, hunky, not to mention naked, tigerlicious—”
“Cougar, brainiac,” Wanda corrected with a wrinkle of her nose.
Nina waved a dismissive hand at her. “Fine, cougar licious man. So nom-nom, Doggie Doctor. You done good. We’ll knuck up your coup later after you fully shift back to your human form and when that thing on the end of your arm . . . uh, your paw isn’t such an eyesore.”
Katie’s eyes glassed over as did her mental ability to add yet another entry to her paranormal glossary. However, she steamrolled ahead in search of clarification anyway. “Shift?”
Wanda narrowed her eyes in Nina’s direction while she held a near-hyperventilating Katie upright as though she was lighter than a feather. Her lips pouted in a sour form of disapproval. “Thank you for trampling all over what was, up until this very moment, a rather calm approach to a frightening situation, and turning it into Paranormals Behaving Badly, Nina. How about you don’t say another word? In fact, I have a job for you. Why don’t you get on that snazzy BlackBerry you text your husband with until it vibrates like some seedy sex toy in need of fresh batteries and create the beginnings of a Ten ThingsYou Should Never Do in a Paranormal Emergency pamphlet?”
Nina narrowed her eyes at Wanda. “How the hell am I supposed to know what kind of crap we should put in something like that?”
Wanda cocked a lovely arched eyebrow. “Here’s a clue, and this should be easy, Nina. Just write down every stupid, insensitive, in-your-face comment you’ve ever made or considered making when we’ve been in a situation just like this, and we’ll label them the ten things you should never do when in paranormal crisis. Now be