Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 4

"Don't count on that, Iona. You'd be amazed at what they can do. Why do you think I've protected you from them all this time?"

"I can't hide what I am, Mom. Eric proved that when he saw me in the club." And I'm proving that by wanting to run wild all the time-with him.

Penny glanced out the window. "The guys are coming back to work. We'll talk about this later." She s.n.a.t.c.hed up the tote she'd dropped and banged back outside without another word.

Iona dropped into the desk chair and put her face in her hands. Emotions poured through her-anger at her mother, anger at Eric, fear of her own reaction to him.

Even more powerful was her need to see Eric again, to go after him, to bask in his circle of warmth, even if they argued.

The scent of ruined roast beef sandwich was strong in the room, but stronger to her was Eric's scent overlaid with the scent of her mother's stark fear.

Eric rode his motorcycle far out into the desert, shifted, and went for a run. He ran to work off his frustration at being so near Iona and not being able to have her and also to cover Iona's scent with his own. If he ran long enough under the warming sun, he'd get pretty smelly.

He rode back into Shiftertown later that afternoon and drew his Harley up in front of his house in time to see a Shifter fight in his next-door neighbor's yard.

He was off the bike and into the yard before the motor died. He grabbed Shane, his bear Shifter next-door neighbor, and hauled him off the half-shifted wolf he was pummeling.

Shane was a giant, but his Collar was sparking like crazy, reacting to Shane's attack to drive pain and shocks through him. Eric peeled Shane out of the fight and shoved him away. Shane landed, panting, against the pickup with its hood up in his driveway, his eyes wild, but he stayed put.

The wolf, one of Graham's, was in his half-shifted state, upright, covered with fur, eyes red with rage, mouth full of sharp teeth. He should have recognized Eric as alpha and dropped immediately, apologetically, to wait for Eric to decide what to do. But the wolf, crazed with fury and pain from his own sparking Collar, charged Eric.

Eric spread his arms and growled, feeling himself half shift, his clothes and jacket ripping as his half-Shifter body broke through. The wolf slammed into Eric full force, and Eric caught him in his arms.

The wolf clawed and fought as the two went down. The wolf's Collar arced blue, the snakes of electricity slapping Eric's skin. Eric's Collar remained silent; Eric had learned how to control his Collar's reaction somewhat. For now. Payback would come later.

The wolf ripped claws into Eric's chest, and blood ran down Eric's fur-covered skin. Eric snarled as he fought, the two rolling over each other, dust and gravel rising. Eric heard other Shifters coming out of houses, running to see the fight, sensed their anger and bloodl.u.s.t rising. This needed to end. Now.

Though a good fighter, the wolf was young and inexperienced. Eric waited for his opening, then he plunged his mouth over the wolf's throat and sank his teeth in, just enough.

Eric tasted blood, hot and satisfying. The wild thing inside him, harder to control in the half state, urged him to make the kill. The wolf had been fighting one of Eric's Shifters, and Eric had the right to retaliate.

The tiny part of Eric that was still Eric, the coolheaded Shiftertown leader, knew that killing the wolf would bring down a firestorm from the humans, not to mention from Graham. Graham wouldn't hesitate to kill.

But the beast in Eric didn't care. It wanted the blood of his enemy, wanted to roar his victory with the ripped-up body of this wolf at his feet.

"Back off!"

The wolf went suddenly quiet under Eric's teeth. Eric knew who stood beside them without looking-Nell, Shane's mother, a formidable grizzly and the alpha bear of Shiftertown.

"Mom, put down the gun," Shane said.

Eric put his half-shifted paw on the wolf's chest, unlocked his teeth from his throat, and carefully looked up. Nell stood a foot away from them, a double-barreled shotgun aimed at the wolf's head.

CHAPTER FIVE.

"I'll put down the gun when this stupid-a.s.s wolf learns who he's not supposed to fight," Nell said.

The wolf snarled. Shane stood with hands on hips, face and arms covered with b.l.o.o.d.y scratches. Nell stood straight and unwavering, the large woman's stare hard over the shotgun.

Eric stood up and planted his foot, still in his motorcycle boot, on the wolf's chest. As he eased back to human form, he heard and smelled Graham coming up behind him.

"Put it down, b.i.t.c.h," Graham growled.

Nell didn't move. Eric kept his boot on the wolf and wiped blood out of his eyes. The wolf's Collar still sparked but was fading, the wolf giving up the fight.

"Nell, put that f.u.c.king gun away," Eric snapped.

Nell was high in the Shiftertown hierarchy, but she knew just how far she could push Eric. She lowered the shotgun.

Graham strode past Shane and Nell without looking at them, broadcasting that they didn't matter to him. His gaze fixed on Eric, the only Shifter Graham considered any kind of equal. "Get your foot off my wolf, Warden."

"After I kick his a.s.s," Eric said calmly. "He attacked my tracker and didn't stand down when I told him to."

"And your she-bear was ready to blow his head off!"

"To protect her cub and her alpha. That's her right. But by Shifter rights, the kill is mine."

"He's my wolf."

Eric met Graham's ice gray gaze. "This is my Shiftertown, and you didn't keep him under control."

"Territory fights are natural," Graham said, unflinching. "If that means one of your bears has to go down, they do."

Nell growled. "Anyone who touches my cub gets lead in their a.s.s."

"Mom," Shane, her seven-foot-tall cub, said.

"Looks like you can't control your females," Graham said to Eric without looking at Nell. "What kind of alpha lets women carry weapons and strip themselves for humans? How'd you stay alive this long?"

Eric took his foot off the wolf. The Lupine's limbs flowed back to human-he was a youngish Shifter, little more than a cub, about the same age as Eric's son, Jace. He didn't look up at the other Shifters but lay quietly, breathing hard, his neck a mess of blood. He was naked, which meant he'd charged in fully shifted before Shane and he had even started to fight.

"Who is he?" Eric asked Graham.

"One of my nephews. Name's Dougal."

Eric took another step back, indicating he relinquished the disciplining to the culprit's clan leader. As Shiftertown leader, Eric liked to let each clan take care of their own, intervening only when needed. Whether or not Graham appreciated that, Eric didn't know or care.

"Take him home," Eric said. "If he attacks one of mine again, he answers to me."

"If one of yours attacks one of mine again, I'm taking him out." Graham shot a glare at Shane before lifting Dougal to his feet by the nape of his neck. "You only have your tracker's word that my nephew attacked him."

Shane started to speak, but Eric signaled him quiet. Graham gave Eric one last hard stare before he shoved Dougal, still gripping him by the neck, out of the yard and back down the street.

Neither wolf looked back, but Eric heard Graham growling, "You'd better have good reason for this s.h.i.t..." before they turned the corner out of sight.

Eric drew a long breath, feeling the twinge of pain around his neck that told him his payback was on its way.

The Collars were part technology, part Fae magic that sent deep pain through a Shifter's nervous system whenever he or she got violent. Eric had been learning how to suppress the Collar's reaction, a technique Jace had learned from the Austin Shiftertown leader and had taught to him. Once Eric had it mastered, he planned to teach it to others. He wasn't as good as Jace yet, though he could stave off the pain long enough to finish a fight.

His shirt was ripped and b.l.o.o.d.y, his jeans and jacket as well. Only his boots had survived his half shift, because his cat feet weren't as big as his human's.

Shane looked contrite, but defiance glinted in his eyes. Nell still scowled, the shotgun hanging loosely over her forearm.

"Where the h.e.l.l did you get that?" Eric asked her.

Shifters weren't allowed firearms of any kind. Most Shifters didn't like them anyway, finding teeth and claws more handy. Besides, guns took the challenge out of fighting and hunting-a naturally made kill was much more satisfying.

"Xavier lent it to me," Nell said. "He's teaching me how to shoot."

"He's an ex-cop," Eric said. "He knows the laws-is he crazy?"

"Xavier is discreet, and he trusts me." Nell slid the cartridges out of the gun and put them into her pocket. "Good thing I stopped the fight, because you were about to kill that wolf, and the dominance war would have started. It's going to be b.l.o.o.d.y when it comes, but we're not ready yet."

Eric's short temper didn't want to hear Nell being right. Eric killing Graham's nephew would have been unforgivable.

"And what if Graham decides that since you have a gun, he'll arm his own Shifters? Give the d.a.m.n thing back to Xavier and tell him to keep it out of Shiftertown."

Nell's scowl deepened. "Whatever you say."

"Shane."

Shane raised his large hands. "Don't look at me, Eric. The little s.h.i.t came running in here and decided it would be funny to attack me. I was working on Brody's truck, bent over the engine..."

If Eric hadn't been so wound up from the fight, he'd laugh. "He's not much more than a cub. Why didn't you stop him?"

"I tried, and then it got out of hand. These wolves are barely shy of feral, Eric. They're used to living rough."

Which was going to become an even bigger problem when the bulk of Graham's Shifters arrived. Graham had moved down here with a handful of Shifters, leaving his second in charge back in Elko until the ma.s.s exodus of his Shifters to Las Vegas. Like Graham, they were arrogant, impatient, and this side of feral.

"Let it go, Shane," Eric said. "If any more of Graham's Shifters come over, sit on them and call me. We have bigger things to worry about."

"Sorry," Shane said.

Eric's anger boiled. The incident hadn't been Shane's fault, and now the bear felt like he had to apologize to his alpha. Graham would probably demand an apology too, from both Nell and Shane. What a waste of time.

"Don't worry about it, Shane. Just don't do it again." Eric surveyed his ruined clothes as another twinge of pain raced around his neck and down his spine. "d.a.m.n it."

"You going to be okay?" Shane asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

A lie, but they accepted it. Without another word, Eric walked back to his house.

He didn't need to say anything more. Nell and Shane would know he didn't blame them entirely, and that it was over. That was the point of forgiveness by the alpha-the subordinates could go on to the next thing without fearing retaliation.

Other Shifters who'd come out to watch the confrontation drifted back inside, understanding what had happened and taking the warning, even though they didn't like it.

Eric entered his house, which was silent, warm, and dim after the bright afternoon. He knew without looking around that no one was home. The house felt empty, smelled empty, and besides, his family would have been the first outside for the fight-they'd have stopped it before Eric even got home.

Diego, his brother-in-law, was at work, and Eric's sister, Ca.s.sidy, along with Jace, would be working at their ongoing task of helping the near-feral females Ca.s.sidy had rescued this spring adjust to life in Shiftertown. The arrival of Graham and his wolves wasn't helping with that.

No air moved in the still house, the sun warming it as only the sun in Nevada, even in November, could. Eric turned on the window air conditioner in the living room, stripped off his ripped clothes, and stood naked in front of the cold stream of air.

Didn't help. The heat that beat at him wasn't from the sun but from the adrenaline of the fight, coupled with the frenzy that being near Iona always aroused.

He closed his eyes and thought about facing her over the desk, about the sweet tang of the honey mustard he'd licked from her lips. He again saw her hugging her naked limbs up at the cave, remembered the taste of her when he'd fed her the chocolates last spring, kissing her as she ate them. He'd have to buy her some more of those chocolates.

The first wrench of pain dragged a groan from deep within him. Eric took a long breath, trying the calming meditations Jace had taught him. But another sharp pain sliced through his abdomen, and he balled his fists against his stomach.

More pain came, hard and fast, and this time, Eric was aware of something different. He'd faced Collar payback before, but the agony that tore through him now was ten times worse. His arms and legs felt like someone was trying to yank them off. What the f.u.c.k? He hadn't fought the Lupine that hard.

The intensity of the pain drained him of strength and sent him to his knees. Eric dug fists into his temples and suppressed the roar he wanted to let out. If he made noise, his neighbors would come running to see what was wrong, and some part of him knew he couldn't let them see him like this-their leader beaten and weak.

What the h.e.l.l was the matter with him? He wanted to vomit, to scream, to dig at the floor with his fingers.

His fingers turned to claws as he raked them across the tile, leaving gouges Ca.s.sidy would yell at him about. He willed his hands to return to human, but the claws remained, and his teeth elongated to fangs.

G.o.ddess, make it stop!

Eric drew shuddering breath after shuddering breath, meditation forgotten. This wasn't his Collar. This was something else, maybe something planted a long time ago finally working its way to the surface. Maybe him trying to learn to suppress the Collar had triggered it...

Maybe he didn't know what the h.e.l.l he was talking about.

The pain eased off the slightest bit. Eric drew a long breath and forced himself to his feet, sick and shaking.

The flow from the AC was like ice on his skin. Eric shut it off with a shaking hand as his claws receded, grabbed his shredded clothes, and limped to his bedroom. His was the smallest one, narrow, with a bed, a closet, and not much else.

He pried his cell phone out of his now cracked belt, dropped the clothes, and fell onto the bed in another spasm of pain. He couldn't stifle the moan that came out this time.

Eric punched b.u.t.tons with his thumb, swallowing bile as he held the phone to his ear.

She answered. A part of Eric unclenched when he heard Iona's dusky tones saying, "h.e.l.lo?"

"Iona."

"Eric?" She sounded startled, then a note of concern entered her voice. "You sound awful. Are you all right?"

"Talk to me."

"What?"

"I said talk to me." Eric closed his eyes, letting his body fold up into a fetal position. "About anything. Just talk."