Alpha Instinct: A Moon Shifter Novel (25 page)

They weren’t using silver bullets or her skin would have started turning gray. She
would
survive this. She just needed to get them to safety.

The little cat cried and meowed loudly on the floor.

“I know, sweetie. We’re almost home.”

Behind her, the truck swerved into the next lane and started gaining speed. So Ana increased her own speed.
Are they going to run us off the road?

Connor!
She shouted his name in her mind, knowing it was useless. They weren’t linked because they weren’t bondmates yet.

Shit, shit,
shit
!

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. They were so close to the turnoff. So close to safety. The other truck shot forward in a burst of speed.

Before Ana could react, it rammed into their side. She struggled with the wheel but it was too much for her to handle.

Swerving off the road, she thought she saw red and blue flashing lights before her truck slammed into a tree.

Then blackness.

Pain streaked through her skull. Ana felt as if one of her horses had kicked her in the head.
Where am I?

“Stay with me, Ana. Come on, wake up.” The voice was familiar. Unexpected.

Ana cracked open an eye and found herself staring into the dark eyes of the sheriff. The driver’s-side door was open and he stood there, looking at her with a concerned expression. “What are you … ?” She couldn’t finish. It hurt to talk.

“I saw what those assholes did. They tore out of here when they saw me.” He pulled out a knife and she flinched.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head. When he came at her with the knife she shrank back against the seat. Something in her body was broken and she couldn’t defend herself. He likely wouldn’t be able to kill her but he could hurt the hell out of her if he wanted to.

“I’m just cutting the seat belt,” he muttered.

When the strap snapped free, she tried to move, but he put a gentle hand against her shoulder. “I’ve called an ambulance.”

Panic and a surge of adrenaline flared inside her at the word
ambulance
. She didn’t want to involve the locals. She twisted her head around. “Vivian?”

A small cry came from the other side of the truck. Everything was still blurry but things were slowly coming into focus. The sheriff started talking rapidly into his radio, but she ignored him.

“Vivian? Are you okay?”

A paw appeared on the seat; then her spotted head popped up. The front of the truck had been smashed, pushing the dash forward, but it looked like it had created a little cave for Vivian.

“You’re okay?” she slurred.

Vivian crawled onto the seat and scooted closer. Despite the pain rolling over her, a sharp burst of relief surged inside Ana. She didn’t know how the little cub was unscathed but she wasn’t going to question the fates.

“Oh, my God. I didn’t realize anyone else was in the vehicle.” She turned at the sound of the sheriff.

“Don’t touch her,” Ana snapped. Talking was using more energy than she had but she didn’t want him going anywhere near Vivian. The little cub was scared and could lash out. And if he tried to touch the cub, Ana feared her own inner wolf would take over. If that happened, she might attack the sheriff.

“Help is on the way. And I’ve called in backup to go after the guys who did this. I recognized the truck.”

She didn’t want his help. All she wanted was for him to stop talking. She didn’t care if he called in backup. Connor was going to go after whoever did this and that terrified her more than anything. Looking down at herself, she saw blood and a ripped sleeve, and she was pretty sure her arm was broken. The pain could be from the gunshot, but instinct told her otherwise.

The sound of a vehicle approaching made her tense. If she could just get out of this stupid, smashed-up truck, she’d be fine.

“Shit,” the sheriff muttered and strode away.

“Ana!”
Connor.

Her eyes closed in relief. She tried to twist in her seat but more pain splintered through her. This time it was in her leg.

Then he was standing there, concern etched in every line on his face. “What happened?”

She motioned with her hand. “Get Vivian out of here. Sheriff … called ambulance. Don’t want her near here.”

“Ana—”

“Do it!”

He muttered something and reached across her to pick up the small cub. Less than a minute later he was back by her side. “I’m going to get you out of here too.”

“Where’s Vivian?”

“My truck. Can you lean forward a little?”

She nodded.

“What the hell are you doing? Don’t move her. I think her arm and leg are broken,” the sheriff said.

“Yeah, no shit,” Connor grunted. He slid his arm under her shoulders as she leaned forward.

Twisting to the side, she allowed him to pull her from the vehicle. It didn’t matter that she’d heal faster; a broken bone hurt like hell. And she had two.

“Damn it,” the sheriff muttered as he hurried to the other side of her. He lifted and held her legs as Connor gently pulled her out.

They laid her on the soft, grassy incline and she finally let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Connor crouched beside her and held her as close as he could without jostling her.

“You’ve been
shot
.” Connor’s eyes started to darken, as if he’d just realized the extent of her injuries and that this wasn’t an accident. An animalistic rage like she’d never seen flared there. And she could smell the change in the air. There was a dangerous darkness to it. Her mate was in battle mode. Ready to kill, regardless of man’s or the Council’s laws.

Feeling desperate, she clutched his arm. “Don’t.
Please
. Just stay with me. I need you.” The last three words had an immediate calming effect.

If he shifted and went after whoever had done this, it would cause a war. People wouldn’t care who had started it. They’d know only that a shifter had killed some humans. And she knew Connor wouldn’t be quick. He’d rip them to shreds and he wouldn’t be apologetic afterward.

Some of the natural green crept back into his eyes, but the beast inside him warred with his human side. She could see it so clearly it scared the holy hell out of her. Thankfully his human side won as he moved closer to her.

“You’re going to be okay,” he murmured.

“I know.” And only because he was there. His presence gave her a profound comfort.

A loud siren blared in the distance. The ambulance was close. And she wanted nothing to do with it.

“They’re almost here.” The sheriff stood a foot away, staring at the two of them as if they were crazy.

“No, I’m taking her home. She doesn’t need your help.” His voice was dark and edgy. The sweet way he cradled her was in direct opposition to his angry tone. She soaked it up.

“She’s been shot and she’s got a couple broken bones. She could have internal bleeding. Or a spinal injury. She needs to go to the hospital. I thought you were her mate,” he said disdainfully.

“She’ll heal fine without your fucking hospital or doctors,” Connor growled at the sheriff but smoothed back her hair gently. “You’re going to be okay, Ana. I’m going to get you back to the house and take care of you.”

The sheriff ignored him. “That may be so, but she’s going to a hospital. I want this documented and I need her statement. Whoever did this isn’t going to get away with it.”

“Connor. I’ll go … Don’t fight him.” Something in the back of her mind questioned how Connor had even known she was there, but she brushed it aside. All she cared about was the fact that he was there and holding her. Comforting her. The pain was overwhelming and she needed to block it out. She closed her eyes and let the blackness take her again.

Chapter 14

C
onnor paced at the end of Ana’s bed. Bringing her to the hospital had been a mistake. They could have taken better care of her at the ranch. Vivian wiggled in his arms but he held her tight. They’d already gotten more than a few odd stares when he’d walked through the emergency-room doors, carrying a crying jaguar cub.

The only reason they hadn’t called security was likely because he’d been with the sheriff.

Vivian growled and nipped him as she struggled in his arms. She didn’t draw blood, but she dug her teeth into his hand hard enough to make him flinch. If it had been anyone else, he’d have punished her. But she was young and he understood what she wanted. He held her up and looked into her big brown eyes. “I’ll let you lie next to Ana, but don’t jostle her, okay?”

She licked his face.

Shaking his head, he set Vivian down near Ana’s side. The young cub immediately curled up as close to Ana as she could without touching her. She was inches away from one of Ana’s hands.

Ana’s arm and leg were wrapped and bandaged and in soft casts. In less than forty-eight hours she’d be healed, so it would be pointless to put a hard cast on either injury. The doctors seemed to understand that when he’d explained it, but he was under the impression that they hadn’t dealt with many shifters before. Which only made sense. Most shifters avoided hospitals at all costs. For all he knew Ana was the first shifter they’d ever actually helped.

He pulled the chair next to her bed and sat. Every primal instinct inside him wanted to hunt down whoever had hurt her and rip their throats out. But he couldn’t leave her. Not like this. When she woke up, he wanted her to see his face.

As if she read his mind, her dark eyes flew open. She looked around the stark white room before settling back on him. “Where am I?”

“Hospital.”

“Oh, right … What happened?”

“The sheriff came upon a truck trying to run you off the road. He got the plates but he says he thinks he knows who did this to you anyway.”

“I remember that part … Humans?”

He nodded. A shifter wouldn’t have used a regular gun. Or a gun at all. They’d have stalked and hunted her down with much more cunning. The attack in broad daylight was stupid, arrogant. Besides, even the most hardened shifters wouldn’t have gone after her with a
cub
in the vehicle. Well, except maybe someone like Taggart, but Connor hadn’t scented him in the area. “The bullet is out and you’re already starting to heal. I think you freaked the doctors out with that.” Shifters might have come out to the world, but they didn’t frequent hospitals or flaunt all their abilities.

She glanced down at her body and winced. “I don’t care what anyone says; getting shot hurts.”

Careful not to disturb her, he reached out and cupped her cheek. Her skin was soft and the pulse on her neck jumped out of control as he touched her.

“How did you know where I was?” Her voice was scratchy.

“I heard you.”

She frowned. “That’s impossible. We’re not bonded.”

He shook his head. “It was in my head. Loud and clear. You screamed my name and I got a vision of where you were. It was …”
Terrifying
. He didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t because he didn’t trust his voice. His inner wolf had howled in pain when he’d heard her cry out for him. It had been so brief. Just one word. His name. And she’d sounded so scared he’d felt as if his heart had actually stopped for a moment. It was an incredibly rare thing for those not related and not bonded to be able to communicate. The knowledge only solidified that he and Ana were meant to be together. Even knowing that he’d likely die inside if something ever happened to her couldn’t stop the burning need that begged him to bond with her.

She pressed a shaky hand to her sternum and rubbed in small circles, something she did when she was nervous. “Can you hear what I’m saying now?” She stared at him but he heard nothing.

He shook his head. “No, but I know what I heard and saw, Ana. Maybe we linked because you were so terrified.”

Her frown deepened. “Maybe.”

The door swung open and Vivian growled as the sheriff stepped inside the room. Connor bit back a smile at the little cub’s protectiveness. He understood how she felt.

Ana reached down and petted her head, quieting her.

“How are you feeling?” The sheriff ignored Connor and Vivian and focused on Ana.

“Like I got shot,” she murmured.

He cleared his throat as if he were uncomfortable. “We’ve taken two men into custody. They weren’t hard to track down.”

“Who are they?” Connor blurted the question even though he knew the sheriff wouldn’t answer.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Do you know why they went after her?” Connor asked.

“Not yet, but they were seen leaving a bar right before your attack. One of them has a history of violence against shifters and people in general. It’s possible they saw Ana on the road and this was a crime of opportunity.”

This was why Connor avoided towns. Some humans didn’t need an excuse for violence. Ignorance and blind hatred were enough. “I assume you’re going to prosecute them.” Though he wished the sheriff wouldn’t. Let the bastards go free. They’d never see another sunrise if Connor had anything to do with it.

He nodded. “This will be considered a hate crime…. Listen, I know this might not be the time, but I want to ask you some questions about your neighbors.”

Connor stiffened in his seat. “What about them?”

“Have you noticed any unusual activity over there?”

“We’re separated by a large section of land. We don’t associate with Taggart’s pack if we don’t have to.”

Ana squeezed his hand. He risked a quick glance at her, and it was obvious she wanted to tell the sheriff about the meth house they’d seen. He squeezed back and shook his head. Sighing, she laid her head back against the pillow.

“Is there something you’d like to add, Ana?”

“No.” She shut her eyes, effectively dismissing him.

The sheriff rubbed a hand over his face. “I know something is going on over at his place, but so far I haven’t been able to get a warrant and they won’t let me on their property. I want to keep my town—your town—safe, but if you won’t tell me what you know—”

Connor pushed up out of his chair and stood. “Ana is tired and she doesn’t know anything. If you have any more questions, we’ll be back at the ranch. We won’t be staying here much longer.”