Page 3 of Tiger Born

Rage consumed her. “I spent years trying to convince people of what happened to me, and you just show up like this. Here to finish me off? To tie up loose ends? Here to kill the witness?”

“Lady, I can barely lift my arm. I’m hurt. It’s bad. I don’t even know if you can save me.” His voice cracked, and he winced. A gush of blood trickled to the cement. “I’m going to pass out soon and then we are both sitting ducks. You want to live? Put me in your car, take me somewhere safe, stitch me the fuck up, and pray they don’t find us before I heal.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You die. I’m halfway there.”

“I will drive you up to the door of the hospital.”

He rolled his glowing eyes closed and heaved a sigh. “Whatever you want.”

Terror had her shaking so badly, and adrenaline pumped through her veins as she unlocked her car and opened the back door.

The stranger tried to help. She could tell. He was halfway in the car before he passed out and went limp. He dropped like a sack of stones. He was bleeding badly. It was all over her forearms. God, what had happened to him?

She grabbed a towel she kept in her car and in a rush, she spread it out as best she could. Fear was making her panic. She just knew the monsters were going to get her while she was vulnerable and leaned into this car. Misty set the knife on the floorboard and half-dragged, half-shoved the limp man in the back of her car.

She was insane! What the hell was she doing? She should call 911 or drive herself to the hospital entrance and ask Chris for help, or any of the doctors, or security! Yeah, she could get security.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she prepared to drag him out of her car. “I want to live.”

But this strange sensation washed through her as he rolled over and she got her first full view of his face.

She froze with recognition.

It was him.

He had more facial scruff on his jaw now, and the angles of his face were sharper, but that was him.

That was the man from that day five years ago.

The day she’d been attacked.

He’d saved her.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” she chanted mindlessly and began shoving him bodily into her car again.

What the hell was happening? She hadn’t imagined him! He was here, bleeding in her arms!

“Come on,” she gritted out, using all of her nurse strength to shove him in. Damn he was heavy. He was huge, six foot four at least with muscle packed on his body. It was like shoving a boat into her back seat.

She hadn’t imagined it. She hadn’t imagined it!

And that meant the blurred motion outside was coming for her. Again!

She bent his legs, muttered, “Sorry, bro,” and grabbed the knife, then shoved the door closed. It was hard because his body wasn’t in there well, but the panic was heightening.

She knew what was after him, or her, or whatever was happening. They existed. The tiger men.

Everyone in her life was wrong. She hadn’t made it up or had a mental snap.

Tiger shifters existed.

And they were here.

Struggling to drag air into her tight lungs, she swallowed down a scream as the air felt heavy and her instincts told her that the monster was close.

She yanked her door open and slammed it, only the door didn’t close. To Misty’s absolute horror, a huge paw had slipped in and was reaching for her.