“It changes nothing,” they were saying, their gazes studying her with a grim determination.
“Fuck that,” Talon snarled. “It changes everything.”
“You will give us the female or you will die,” the elders warned.
Talon shrugged. “Then I die.”
“No.”
The horrified denial was jerked from Isi’s lips as she rushed down the steps to stand beside her mate.
Talon turned to glare at her with a smoldering frustration. “I told you to stay in the house.”
She lifted a hand to brush her fingers through his silky hair, her heart twisting with a fear that had nothing to do with her own danger, and everything to do with this man who’d somehow become a vital part of her existence.
“I won’t let them hurt you.”
His expression tightened with a savage need to protect her. “Not your choice.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “It is.”
“Dammit, Isi,” he growled. “You’re not alone anymore. We’re in this together.”
Together. A wistful smile touched her lips.
It was ironic. She spent her whole life avoiding relationships, certain they would demand a price she wasn’t willing to pay. Now, when she was facing certain death, she realized that there was no price to love.
It didn’t take.
It gave.
Everything.
“Not if it means watching you die,” she said in husky tones. “Anything but that.”
His cat glowed in his eyes, his emotions scalding the air with heat as the two male Pantera rapidly approached.
“Isi…no.”
Her finger brushed his lips before she was turning to haul ass toward the side gate, glancing over her shoulder as she flipped off the elders.
“You want me? Then catch me, you bitches.”
CHAPTER SIX
Talon was braced for the two Hunters who charged toward him, prepared to kill them if that’s what it took to protect his mate.
It didn’t matter that he’d trained with them. Or that they were only following the commands of the elders.
If they stood between him and the woman who was his other half then they had to die.
On the point of shifting, Talon was caught off-guard when the nearest Pantera halted, pointing a small crossbow in his direction.
What the hell?
He dodged to the side as the small bolt whizzed toward him, striking him in the upper thigh.
The weapon wasn’t large enough to cause permanent damage, but Talon swiftly realized that he was in trouble.
Already a thick potion laced with malachite was pumping through his bloodstream, caging his cat and weakening him.
God. Dammit.
“Don’t interfere, Talon,” the voices of the elders thundered through his mind as they went in pursuit of Isi who’d already vaulted over the gate and disappeared into the marshes.
The two guards followed behind them, leaving Talon to collapse against the stairs of the porch.
Black fury engulfed him, his cat roaring in distress as the scent of his mate faded.
On hands and knees he tried to claw his way toward the gate, refusing to give up despite the knowledge that he’d never get to Isi before she was caught by the elders.
He would fucking drag himself across the entire country to get to his mate.
He’d managed to crawl halfway down the path when he heard a startled curse and Raphael was abruptly kneeling beside him.
“What the hell is going on?”
Talon reached out to grab Raphael’s hand. “The elders…they have Isi. You have to save her.”
“Shit,” Raphael muttered. “What did they do to you?”
Talon struggled to lift his head, meeting Raphael’s eyes that glowed with a luminous rage.
“Malachite,” he managed to mutter.
With another round of foul curses, Raphael ran his hand over Talon’s trembling body, at last locating the dart.
“This is going to hurt,” the older cat warned, yanking out the dart before he used his dagger to cut a deep incision and sucking out the potion like it was snake poison.
Instantly Talon began to feel stronger.
With the source of the malachite removed, his natural immune system kicked into gear, beginning to burn away the effects of the mineral.
Forcing himself upright, Talon would have tumbled on his face if Raphael hadn’t reached out to wrap an arm around his shoulders, hauling Talon against his side.
“Damn,” he growled.
“I’ve got you,” Raphael promised, keeping Talon upright as they headed toward the gate.
Talon’s balance remained uncertain and his movements painfully stiff, but he grimly forced himself to keep pace as Raphael led them along the edge of the marsh, the older Pantera’s expression intent as he remained locked on the trail.
Then without warning he came to a halt. “Dammit.”
Talon clenched his teeth, the need to get to Isi pounding through him with a brutal insistence.
“What?”
Raphael grimaced. “The elders used their mist to mask their scent.”
Talon closed his eyes, concentrating on his bond with Isi. “I can find her.”
“You’re mated?” Raphael demanded in surprise.
“Not now,” Talon snarled. “We have to get to Isi.”
“Fine. Where are they?”
“The temple.”
Raphael gave a sharp nod and together they were headed toward the most sacred section of the Wildlands. Less than fifteen minutes later they approached the wide, cypress bridge that extended across the moonlit bayou.
It was said that the middle of the bridge marked the precise spot where the sisters Opela and Shakpi were born.
And where Opela had sacrificed herself to imprison her evil sister.
Tonight the foot of the bridge was brightly lit with torches. The pools of light surrounded the three elders who sat before Isi who’d been tied to a wooden pier. On each side of her was a male Pantera guard holding a large dagger. Not that they needed the weapons. Isi was not only bound and gagged, but she was barely conscious, with a large bruise already forming on the side of her head where she’d been hit.
Talon roared in outrage, desperately trying to shift so he could rip the bastards to tiny, bloody shreds.
“Stay back.” The voices of the elders blasted through his brain, but Talon moved grimly forward.
“Talon.” Raphael grabbed his arm, holding him in place. Then he turned to glare at the elders. “Don’t do this.”
“We have no choice,” they replied in unison. “Look at the land. Even here, in this sacred place, the magic is fading.”
Talon glanced toward the mossy ground, noticing for the first time that it had turned a sickly shade of brown. A part of him was saddened by the sight of the decay. He was as horrified as any Pantera at the thought that the Wildlands were endangered.
But in this moment, nothing mattered but rescuing Isi.
Raphael spoke directly to the elders. “My baby…the first Pantera in fifty years…will die without her.”
The elders never allowed their attention to waver from Isi or the men who both lifted daggers to slice through Isi’s forearms, the wounds deep enough to allow blood to drip down her arms and onto the ground.
Talon lunged forward, only to be halted by Raphael. He growled in fury, but the malachite still coursed through his blood, making him too weak to fight the larger Pantera.
“This is the only way to ensure the child will survive,” the elders pronounced, hissing in disgust as Isi’s blood hit the ground with a loud sizzle, scorching what was left of the dying vegetation. “There. You see. Her blood is toxic.”