Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

clearing her mind, and swung her attention toward her prey only to find a new male towering above the man she’d downed. One booted foot on the male’s chest kept him immobile and despite the wounded man’s attempt at throwing him off, it so wasn’t happening.
    This guy was strong. Strong . She opened her mouth slightly, tasting the air, and there was no doubting the newcomer was an alpha. The North American Alpha, Marcus? Yes, it could be no one else.
    Hillary pushed to her feet, staggering the slightest bit and she shook her body, tossing off the dizziness and pain in her ribs. Then she glared at Marcus, curling her lip in a clear threat. The fucker had shot Oscar.
    The alpha simply shook his head and jerked his chin toward her mate. She swung her attention to Oscar. What the fuck did the guy want? Did he want her to cry over Oscar’s body? She’d much rather tear the responsible party into teeny tiny pieces. But then she saw what the alpha was trying to show her.
    Oscar wasn’t dead. His breathing was labored, but he was breathing. Except she knew where the wound was located, the entry point right above his heart. Other than a headshot, it was a sure way to kill a shifter. When they were whole and healthy, there wasn’t much else that would take them down.
    It looked as if not even a bullet to the chest was taking her mate out of the game. She took one last look at Marcus, confirming he had the other male under control, and then she rushed to Oscar’s side. It was as if she and her lioness worked as one, the animal retreating in an instant and leaving the human shape in its wake. It took her no more than three steps before she had human hands and arms, human feet and legs. It was easy to lay him onto his back. She ran her hands over him, yanking at his shirt and tearing it in two to get a look at his wound. It was already heeling over, the flesh at the edges pinking with newly grown skin.
    “Oscar?” The hole was still bleeding, but even that slowed beneath her gaze.
    He groaned and opened his eyes, focusing on her as he lifted a hand and prodded at his chest. “Hillary?” His voice was deep yet soft. “Wha—” He looked around the room, taking it all in, and it was as if the last several minutes struck his mind at once because fur was coating his skin and his fangs were peeking past his lower lip. He snarled and reached for her. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and yanked as he fought to stand. “Get back.”
    “I’m fine, Oscar. I’m fine.” She tugged against his hold. “Marcus is here. I’m more worried about you.” She grasped his shoulder and shoved him back to the ground. “You got shot in the damn heart. How are you still alive?”
    He grunted once his back collided with the ground. “I didn’t get shot in the fucking heart.”
    Hillary raised her eyebrows, not believing him, and she flicked her gaze to his chest and then refocused on his face.
    Oscar rolled his eyes. “So I got shot near my fucking heart. Bastard got close, but he nicked a bone I think.” Oscar reached across his body and rubbed at a spot on his ribs. “Bullet is right here.” Her mate peeked around her. “Marcus, everything good? Guys got everyone?”
    She focused on the alpha as well, waiting for the man to answer. The last thing she’d ever want was others getting hurt on her behalf. Then two things happened at once. Marcus nodded and it seemed her mate had finally realized Hillary was a little less then clothed. As in, naked. Her mate didn’t go for her wrist this time, but instead her whole shoulder. He grasped it and yanked her aside and to her feet while he rose along with her, effectively blocking her with his body so she was no longer exposed to the alpha’s gaze.
    Oscar roared, Marcus sighed, and Hillary rolled her eyes.
    The swift movements did give her a chance to do something though. While her mate was occupied with threatening his alpha, Hillary transformed a single finger to a sharp claw and