Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 34

However, there was a s.h.i.+fter in this building who might be strong enough. Iona looked at Amanda, who'd happily found sustenance at her mother's breast. Amanda and Ca.s.sidy would be sitting ducks for someone like the tiger s.h.i.+fter in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

On the other hand, there were no other s.h.i.+fters in sight, and Iona had no way of knowing how long it would be before Eric would find them, or if he even could. She had to use the resources she had on hand.

Right now her resources consisted of one of the strongest females in s.h.i.+ftertown secured to a bed, a half-crazed s.h.i.+fter with no name in the bas.e.m.e.nt, a building full of old equipment, and a baby.

If Iona could handle the tiger until she freed Ca.s.sidy, then Ca.s.sidy would be able to help them all get out of there. Including the tiger. Iona had made a promise to him, and she'd keep it.

"Ca.s.s, I'll be right back," she said.

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"Find a way to get you out of here. Don't go running off now, all right?"

Again, Ca.s.sidy didn't smile. She'd relaxed from her insane worry about Amanda, but her attention was now entirely on her baby.

Iona kissed Ca.s.sidy's forehead, touched Amanda's cheek, changed to her half-s.h.i.+fter beast, and left the room again.

Eric sensed something moving in the dark desert with him. Diego had driven him up the 95 toward Indian Springs, where they'd stopped at a roadside bar. Diego had headed on to the 375 to Area 51's front gate, while Eric had walked quietly around the building, holding his breath against the noisome garbage in the back, and faded into the night.

He'd stripped when he was well away from the bar, hiding his clothes in a plastic bag under some rocks. He'd fastened the pack that contained everything he needed tightly around his torso, s.h.i.+fted to his wildcat under the moonlight and clear sky, then loped off east and north.

Now someone else moved in the dark with him, and that someone wasn't human. Eric sniffed the wind, then stopped to wait for the large black wolf to trot down from the shadow of the nearest ridge.

Eric said in body language, What the f.u.c.k are you doing?

The wolf answered in his own body language with plenty of expletives, basically conveying the message, You need me, a.s.shole.

Eric didn't have time to s.h.i.+ft and swear at him, so he growled again, moved off into the darkness, and let Graham follow.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.

The tiger s.h.i.+fter who called himself Twenty-three was surprised when Iona returned. She could tell the surprise only through his scent, however, because he glared in fury through the bars and didn't change expression when he saw her.

"I need your help," Iona said to him. "You help me free my friend, and I'll take you out of here."

"You said you'd take me out if I told you where the cub was."

"And I will. But I have to take my friend too, and the cub. And you have to promise not to touch them."

The noise that came back to her was a feral snarl, and she worried again.

"Hold it together," Iona said. "Tell me about yourself. What did you mean when you said you've always been here? Were you brought here as a baby? A cub, I mean?"

"No. I have always been here."

"Born here?" The tiger looked full-grown, about the same age as Jace perhaps. "Your mother was captured?"

"I don't know. I never knew the female they made me from."

"Made you? You mean like artificial insemination?"

"I don't know."

"Holy c.r.a.p on a crutch," Iona muttered.

Humans breeding s.h.i.+fters? Iona thought about what she'd seen up in the laboratory-dozens of test tubes in the gla.s.s cabinets, Amanda, a half-human s.h.i.+fter baby, being scanned every which way, the data flowing across the computer screens.

Humans had stolen Graham's wolves from a bus and taken them to the facility in the desert to harvest blood and skin samples. Iona bet the s.h.i.+fters had been scanned and studied there too, while they'd been tranqed.

She looked at the cages again, all empty except this one. Tiger s.h.i.+fter was number twenty-three. Numbers one through twenty-two were all dead.

"Why?" she asked in horror.

"To fight for them."

"But s.h.i.+fters aren't allowed to..."

Collared s.h.i.+fters, s.h.i.+fters acknowledged by humans, weren't allowed to be in the military or law enforcement, the human government reasoning that dangerous s.h.i.+fters couldn't be trusted with weapons. s.h.i.+fters might turn the guns on their human masters.

But s.h.i.+fters bred in secret, in this building in the middle of who knew where, un-Collared and allowed to go feral...Were humans trying to create s.h.i.+fters they could control to fight for them, the same reason the Fae had bred them long, long ago?

s.h.i.+fters they could control without Collars...Iona thought about what Eric had told her about the experiments done on him twenty years ago, and the pain he was experiencing now. Liam and Eric had surmised that Eric's adrenaline spikes were causing the pain, as though the Collar was doing its job without actually going off.

Iona went cold. Had the experiments on Eric been a precursor to this? If the humans had been trying to develop s.h.i.+fters to fight, they'd have to be un-Collared so they could battle without restriction. But the humans would need another way to control the s.h.i.+fters when they wanted to-had they been trying to find a way with Eric? And now, twenty years later, whatever they'd done to him was biting him in the a.s.s.

And how long had the humans been doing this? Experiments had been forbidden on s.h.i.+fters, but if Tiger Man was Jace's age, apparently they'd gone on all these years in secret.

The experiments couldn't be going well though. Not with the first twenty-two s.h.i.+fters dead. Was that why they'd wanted the wolves' blood and DNA? To try again? What if it hadn't been just blood and skin that the researchers had taken, but eggs and sperm?

"Oh, G.o.ddess." Iona had never thought about the pagan deities much, but right now, the G.o.ddess, with her moon s.h.i.+ning high above them, was the only thing available to give her comfort and strength. "I'm taking you out of here."

The lock on the tiger's cage was thick and electronic, and opened with a magnetic key card. Of course. They'd need to make sure Twenty-three was securely confined. If Iona broke the lock without swiping the electronic key through it, the cage door still might not open.

Iona heaved a sigh. "I'll be right back."

She s.h.i.+fted to her panther again as Tiger growled, not believing her. She sprinted to the stairwell, then through the door and up all the d.a.m.n stairs again.

Iona peeked into the lab at the top before she went in, to find the two researchers sprawled on the floor where she'd left them. She wondered, as she went to the niche where she'd found her purse, whether she'd hit them hard enough to keep them out awhile, or so hard they'd never wake up again.

She broke the lock of the cabinet next to the niche and found the researchers' personal belongings. They had phones, which she took, and keys, which she also took, and felt grim satisfaction when one of the key rings had an electronic key card attached to it.

She stayed human this time to run back down the stairs carrying all the goodies. Iona set everything out of harm's reach and approached the cage with the key card.

"Let's hope," she said, and swiped the card through the reader.

The lock's light went green, and the cage door clicked open. At the same time, Tiger Man slammed himself against the bars, his eyes red and enraged. He barreled out of the cage, straight for Iona.

In their trek through the desert, Eric and Graham had pa.s.sed several guard posts containing men in SUVs with high-powered rifles, and signs posted everywhere warning people to stay out or expect to be shot for their pains. Eric and Graham had moved like ghosts in the night, flowing against the black desert, never spotted.

They now looked down from the top of the knifelike hill they'd crested to the heart of Area 51 spread out before them.

A long runway stretched north toward the huge dry bed of Groom Lake, the lake bed stark white in the moonlight. A few planes were on the airstrip running in the night, lights blinking. Hangers cl.u.s.tered in tight formation near the end of the runway, illuminated, work going on even now. Other buildings filled the s.p.a.ces to the west of the runway, but Eric was fixed on one a little way away from them.

The humans hadn't bothered to put fences around the building to which Xavier's directions had brought Eric. He studied it-a military rectangular block a few stories high with antennas on top, one narrow door, which was guarded, and few windows. The windows Eric could see were narrow and set high in the walls, all too small for a man or large leopard to squeeze through.

Eric s.h.i.+fted to human in the darkness, and Graham rose into his man shape next to him.

Without speaking, Eric moved on down the hill toward where he knew Iona to be, Graham right behind him. Never mind Xavier's GPS coordinates, Eric knew Iona was there. He felt the pull of the mate bond leading him straight to her.

The mate bond told him now that she was in deep trouble.

Eric halted again to crouch in the darkness a few yards from the building. "You sure?" Graham whispered to him.

"Yes." Eric took the camera phone he'd worn on a pack around his waist and snapped a few pictures.

"Brilliant ideas on how we get in?" Graham said, lips nearly touching Eric's ear.

Eric scanned the building, which didn't seem to be as heavily guarded as the hangers and the airstrip, though it did have one guard, standing upright and alert, at the front door. No cars were parked around it, though the other buildings had plenty of vehicles in their parking lots. This building looked deserted, ignored by the humans, which meant something pretty bad must be going on in there.

"Roof," Eric said. He looked at Graham. Eric knew he could scale the wall-he was a cat after all-but could a big wolf?

"I'm right behind you," Graham said.

"Don't get caught."

Eric put away the camera, morphed back into his leopard, slunk forward, and moved stealthily to the building. He hoped no humans had come up with the idea to put land mines around it, but too late to worry about that now.

He made it to the building, found a dark corner, crouched down as far as he could, and sprang upward. He caught bricks and window ledges with his paws, and when he got high enough, a fire escape. At one point he found a CCTV camera, which he smashed.

Eric reached the top and pulled himself up, hearing Graham panting and climbing behind him. Graham made it over the lip of the roof, and Eric saw that he'd chosen to climb in his wolf-beast form.

In silence they searched the rooftop for a door that would take them inside. Then they'd scour the entire building for Iona, Ca.s.sidy, and the cub, and pray they found them alive.

Tiger Man's half-s.h.i.+fter beast grabbed Iona by the throat, madness in his eyes. Iona gasped for breath and found none. His fingers bit into her windpipe, starting to crush, points of pain. He was strong, enraged, crazed.

Iona fought him in watery terror; then that terror snapped something inside her. Iona's control dissolved as blackness filled her vision.

She s.h.i.+fted to her half beast without realizing she'd done it, her neck muscles hardening under the Tiger's hands, until his fingers could no longer crush her. Iona brought her hands up between his and snapped apart his hold on her.

Tiger let her go, but he took one step back, flowed into his pure tiger form, and attacked. The tiger's eyes were bloodshot and feral, and the feral inside Iona responded.

Never mind Eric's lessons in control, or Iona's worry that she'd succ.u.mb to the wild thing inside her. She no longer cared. This animal was attacking her and needed to be subdued.

Iona had a cub of the pride to protect. Iona was a dominant, never mind how big the guy was, and she'd teach him to obey her.

She changed all the way to panther and ripped into Tiger Man, her wildcat enraged. The tiger was huge, his paws the size of Iona's head, but she was fast. They fought close, snapping, snarling, tearing, biting.

Blood flowed hot down Iona's fur, pain bit into her side, but she kept on fighting. She'd defeat him, rule him, bend him to her will.

Tiger Man had no intention of bending to anyone's will. He'd been the only experiment to survive-all these cages were now empty except his. He'd thrived, which meant he was very strong.

He used that strength to raise Iona into the air and slam her to the cement floor. Iona's breath crashed out of her, but she rolled and regained her feet, the panther quick.

She was hurt, gasping for breath, but she would not let him defeat her. To lose would give the tiger control over her, and she could not afford to do that.

Tiger didn't wait for her to recover. He was on her even as she stood, his weight dragging her back to the floor. He rained down blows, but Iona fought back, ripping claws across his belly and drawing blood. Tiger roared his pain and smacked his paw across her head, making the world spin.

He drew back for another blow but something streamed across the room with terrible swiftness, and landed with all four feet against Tiger Man's side. Iona saw a flash of white and black, then Eric was fighting the tiger, his leopard teeth and claws moving faster than Iona could see. Eric's Collar sparked once, then went silent.

A human arm covered with flame tattoos reached down to help Iona to her feet. Iona s.h.i.+fted from her beast to her human form and let Graham help her up. She stood with her hands on hips, breathing heavily, her side bleeding, the claw wounds hurting like fury.

In the middle of the room, Eric and the tiger fought in a flurry of fur, claws, teeth, and snarls.

"Eric, don't kill him!" Iona shouted.

"Are you crazy?" Graham asked. "That's a feral-what's he doing here?"

"I'm not sure. I think...I think humans created him."

Graham stared at her, his gray white eyes luminous in the darkness. "Created him? What the f.u.c.k?"

"I don't know." Iona dragged in a breath. "We need to keep him alive and get him out of here. I promised him."

Graham rolled his eyes. "Felines." He s.h.i.+fted to his black wolf form and loped into the fight.

Graham at first tried to pull apart the two snarling b.a.l.l.s of wildcat, but he got knocked into a wall for his trouble. His wolf howled, then he sprang into the fight again, swatting and biting both leopard and tiger.

A harsh scream rose from the tangle of s.h.i.+fters, but it wasn't the tiger. Iona heard the sound with her heart. The agony came from Eric, and she knew in that moment, without doubt, that her mate was going to die.

Iona s.h.i.+fted back to panther and raced across the room, her own pain forgotten. She grabbed the tiger with her claws, and Tiger Man fought her, completely wild now.

Graham went for Tiger Man's throat and missed, the tiger landing Graham a spinning blow on the side of his head. Graham staggered, and Tiger Man went after him. But the distraction gave Iona enough time to drag Eric out of the middle of the fight.

Eric's leopard was in deep pain, his lips pulled back from his teeth in silent agony. His Collar was dormant, but Iona knew the pain came from inside himself.

The humans here had been breeding s.h.i.+fters to fight for them, Tiger Man had said. No Collars to stop them. But twenty years ago, they'd tried, with Eric, to find a way to control a s.h.i.+fter with pain.

Iona wasn't sure if the researchers would consider Eric a success or a failure, but she didn't care. She knew only that her mate was in pain, and that she'd die if she lost him.

Iona, as her panther, lay down over Eric, desperately trying to warm him with her body. Eric's eyes had clouded over, and she knew he couldn't see or hear her. His fur was stifling hot and his heartbeat was way too fast.

A band of iron squeezed Iona's heart, pain beyond anything she'd felt in her life. If Eric died, she'd die too. She knew that with every breath she took.