wasn’t a cub anymore. His respect
for Miguel hadn’t faltered, but he took orders from no one.
The older jaguar squinted at Raul, glancing at Rafe and Ran,
and finally settling his gaze on Angela. “Why is she with your litter?” he
growled.
“Tell me what you’re doing and I’ll tell you why she’s
here.” Raul kept his tone deep, quiet, more than aware of other litters
lingering outside their dens, sniffing the air and aching to learn the meaning
of the outburst they just witnessed.
Miguel glanced at his oldest son and Nik straightened, a
silent show of respect. Whatever action Miguel decided, Nik had his tail.
“I don’t care about the female that much.” Miguel grunted,
finishing his task and closing the back hatch to the vehicle.
He turned, his stout chest puffed out and arms flexed while
he fisted and unfisted his hands. Miguel was a large jaguar, still deadly in
his prime, but never one Raul ever crossed paths with in the past. Something in
his scent was off kilter today though.
“You’re leaving your litter then?” Raul challenged, barely
giving Nik a glance when the male, who was about his age, stiffened and took a
step toward him. Raul kept his attention on Miguel, who stuck his arm out to
stop his son. “If you’d asked, you know all of us would willingly watch over
your mate and protect what is yours in your absence,” Raul added, Rafe and Ran
grunting their agreement behind him.
Miguel pierced Raul with hard green eyes, eyes that over the
years held a fatherly look about them, but now glazed over with something that
didn’t set right. Something cold, determined, almost obsessed.
“I won’t be gone long.” Miguel searched Raul’s face and
inhaled sharply, more than likely trying to learn Raul’s opinion of him without
asking. Finally, the older jaguar exhaled and ran his fingers through thick,
black hair. “There are a few of us selected,” Miguel began, lowering his voice
in a conspiratorial tone. “Males who are still in their prime, still quick and
capable of killing with a moment’s notice.” He looked at his son pointedly. “No
younger males were chosen, for obvious reasons. The mission is dangerous,
although I’m confident we’ll return soon, but we won’t risk our young.”
Nik growled, but with a wave of his father’s hand silenced.
“Our mission will change the view of jaguars throughout the world,” Miguel
suddenly boasted. “And all of us will know wealth like we’ve never dreamed of
having.”
Raul fought the sudden craving to leap on the older jaguar,
to attack quickly and prevent what was about to happen. How dare Natasha and
her inept followers launch her idea without consulting the rest of them! And he
didn’t misunderstand the meaning behind Miguel’s boasting. He was heading out
on a trial run, an experiment to see if jaguars and humans could work together.
Except the jaguars would be doing the humans’ dirty work, cleaning up messes
and eliminating those the humans decided no longer needed to live. There was no
honor in this kind of killing, not when they attacked under orders. Not when it
wasn’t their fight!
“We’ll keep a protective eye on your den while you’re gone,”
he said quietly, forcing calmness into his tone.
He turned, ignoring the wary look Miguel gave him before
nodding. The older jaguar expected him to argue or question him further. If
anyone wanted to know where his litter’s loyalties lay, all they needed to do
was ask him. There wasn’t any honor in fighting with a male or any jaguar too
sick in the head to not know when they’d lost their integrity.
“Why the hell did you do that?” Rafe slammed his fist
against the closed front door the moment they were all back inside their den.
Raul turned slowly, smelling everyone’s anger, but even so,
taking his time to study each of their faces. Rafe glared at him, and Ran’s
expression was pinched as he scowled at Raul. Angela crossed her arms over her
chest and