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could feel it.
Unease continued to pump inside of her, rushing through her veins, as fear, confusion, and panic began to build.
She closed her eyes and struggled to remember how she had ended up here … wherever the hell here was.
Then it came to her in a rush and her heart took off as her lungs fed on the adrenaline spike. She sputtered as she tried to breathe. She’d been attacked by jaguars. The last thing she remembered was a tall, naked god of a man approaching her from the mist.
Softly Skye groaned and the slight movement sent sharp pains rushing through her skull. He was jaguar and she’d jumped over the falls.
And now she was … Where the hell was she?
Frantic, she searched the immediate area with her eyes, and she swallowed thickly when the arm around her midsection tightened, as if the man knew she was desperate to flee. The hand that had been relaxed on the ground slowly crept over her body and began to caress her belly.
Skye hissed softly as her mind began to run in circles. She clamped her mouth shut tightly and forced herself to calm. She needed to think and get herself out of this situation. But she had to be smart about it. Too much rested on her shoulders and there was no room for error.
His hands were rough, callused, and his scent filled her nostrils as he slowly turned her body. She closed her eyes and centered her mind as she calculated her odds. The man was strong, that she could feel, so she needed to time things properly.
He continued to slowly pull her up his body and suddenly her eyes flew open to stare into deep green eyes that at the moment were hooded, heavy with desire.
It was definitely the man from the mist and she tried not to let her panic show.
He was dark, with longish, wavy, blue black hair, a straight noble nose, chiseled cheekbones, and square jaw. He was incredibly male, totally sexy, but he carried the tattoos of her enemy. They shimmered against his flesh, caressing his neck as they flaunted their power in her face.
Skye held her breath and let her body relax into liquid as she stared directly into his eyes. He knew something was up. Wariness now clung to them, replacing the dark desire she’d first witnessed.
He was one hell of a male specimen, for sure.
But he was jaguar and even though he’d taken out a DaCosta the night before, in her world, that didn’t mean squat. She couldn’t take the chance that he was aligned with the wrong side. Cormac’s side.
Without warning she kneed him sharply in the balls. Hard.
He roared in anger as his grip loosened and she rolled away from him, her legs churning as she wildly looked for escape. She was in a cave of some sort. Frantically she sought an exit, and she bolted toward long beams of light that beckoned from down the narrow tunnel.
Skye didn’t bother looking back. She was down the passage in an instant and as the light became brighter, she tapped into her eagle, and felt the large raptor explode as she leapt out into the sun.
She made the shift seamlessly. As her large wings unfurled and her body rose high into the warm sky, she headed toward camp.
She heard a shout of rage follow her, but ignored it.
She had more pressing matters to attend to. The
DaCosta jaguars were on the hunt, and she needed to warn Finn and Sam.
Sam was human and dear to her heart. He’d been working with her for the past two years as she’d tried to locate the portal.
But Finn … he was of her blood, and if he was lost to her, then she’d truly be on her own. She’d be the last Knightly to walk the earth and soar free in the skies.
As her great wings carried her higher into the welcoming sunlight, she felt the elation of the shift leave her as a great sadness crept into her soul.
She would be the only eagle knight left to carry out her father’s mission, one that would only succeed with the ultimate sacrifice.
She just prayed she’d be strong enough to carry it through to the bitter end.

Chapter 3
J agger Castille staggered to his feet, trying to