Someone followed her out of the city. A fierce storm stranded Tori in a hunting cabin on the mountain. She never expected to meet a gorgeous, but apparently intoxicated shifter while she waits out the weather.  Tyson’s heated attentions leave her hungry for more, but she’s torn between giving in to the hot desire and guilt over wanting to be with him when he doesn’t know her.

Tyson followed his mate’s scent to a cabin, but something’s wrong with him. His instincts almost control him, but he can’t focus on anything but her. He wants only to make love and bond with Tori until she realizes she belongs with him. When the drug’s effects fade, he can think beyond the raging need. They can’t stay here. He has to get her to safety before his enemies destroy their chance at happiness.

Chapter One

Carallon, 865 Neshan Calendar

The sleek, black tiron padded through the hazy light of the cloudy afternoon. Cold winds from the early summer storm barely penetrated his thick fur. Leaves crunched under his large paws as he paced through the forest and his fur stuck up in wet tufts from the sporadic rain. More was coming. The scent of water hung heavily in the air and the energy of the storm crackled around him.

He lifted his head and his nostrils flared as he pulled in the cool mountain air. Her scent was stronger now. He’d found her trail earlier in the city and the lingering scent had caused a possessive lust to explode through him. His mate! Finding her had been his only thought. He’d left the city and began following her into the forest. He knew there was something he should have done, it nagged at the edge of his mind, just out of reach, but he couldn’t push past the drive to get to her. For now, all that mattered was her.

He had no idea why she was traveling alone through the mountains. Well, alone except for the canil with her. The animal’s tracks and scent remained at her side the entire time he’d tracked her. It obviously wasn’t stalking her. It had to be a pet or a guard animal, because the beast’s scent mixed with hers. In spite of the fact that she wasn’t totally without protection, he needed to be with her. Every instinct within him screamed for him to find her and protect her.

She was alone and the storm would break soon. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew she was safe with him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Tyson shook his head. A strange cloud grew in his mind, pushing away rationality. The wild instinctual part of him held more control than usual. At this point, little else mattered except finding his woman. He had no idea what he’d encounter as he trailed her around the mountain and away from the city, but he would get to her.

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Tori brought more wood into the large cabin. She wanted to have enough to last through the night and into tomorrow; although, the storm should fade in the morning. She’d have to shelter here until the storm passed. Not that her aunt would miss her. Tori knew her aunt had made a place for her there after Tori’s brothers disappeared only because Tori’s uncle had ordered it. Since her uncle wasn’t at home now, her aunt didn’t hide her animosity. If he had been there, Tori wouldn’t have gone to the city to deliver those goods on her own.

Still, the drop-off of the wares happened as planned. The trouble occurred on the way back to the valley when the first part of the storm hit earlier in the day. The first big clap of thunder rolled through the air. It scared the michkal and the animal ran off at the booming sound.

The sturdy, pack animal wasn’t the fastest beast, but she didn’t have a hope of catching it when it panicked and bolted. It would make it back to the stables on its own, but Tori wouldn’t risk the mudslides and floods that could happen on this mountain on foot. Those bulging, deep gray clouds promised more than the small patches of rain that fell to the ground so far.

The isolated, hunting cabin offered a sanctuary more substantial than any small mountain cave. Relief rushed through her and tension eased from her muscles as she found it. On the way back from town, she’d known she wouldn’t make it back to the valley before those heavy clouds burst. In good weather, it took nearly two days to reach the village from this point.

On foot and in bad weather when there was a chance of flooding from rain, it could take more than extra time. It could take her life. The forest trails could be treacherous, not to mention the rivers.

She expected a lonely, but hopefully, short stay at the cabin. As far as she knew, none of the other villagers should be out here now. Only someone familiar with the area would know of the shelter and that it was stocked with the essentials. Stumbling upon it on a dark, rainy night would take a miracle.

Putting the wood down along the inside wall, she turned and whistled. Mirlu, her big gray canil, trotted over to her and into the cabin. She closed the door and barred it. Wiping her muddy boots on the thick, brown, woven rug, she hung her wet coat on a peg near the door. Finally, she could get warm and rest for a while. She took the wood to the rough-hewn box near the fireplace and pulled off her boots as she settled in for the night.

Tori added a couple of logs to the fire and stirred the soup in a pot hanging in the huge rock fireplace. The cabin was stark and definitely bare. There weren’t even chairs or beds, only the essentials, supplies, and a couple of pots for cooking.

When she’d started the soup earlier, she’d found a few cushions in a supply closet. She took a seat on the thin pads and stretched her legs out on the plank floor. The heat from the fireplace warmed her chilled feet. She leaned back on her arms, relaxing for a moment. Not bad. She had a fire for warmth, a comfortably padded pallet for the night, and soup to eat.

Now, she could rest while the storm rolled overhead. It was a relief and a much better option than the dubious protection of any of the shallow caves she knew. They’d offer little protection from the cold rain. A hot meal beat whatever she could find in her bag or on the trail. That could have happened if the michkal ran off a little later in the trek around the mountain and through the forest to the valley.

She dozed slightly as the warmth of the fire filled the cabin. The door rattled against the bar holding it closed. Her eyes snapped wide in alarm and she stiffened. Was the wind that strong?

Mirlu stood and walked to the door, but he didn’t growl or even seem alarmed. His head cocked to the side and his long, pointed ears swiveled. Must be the wind. She turned back to the fire. The door banged against the bar again, but this time, it did it three times in a row. That couldn’t be just the wind.

Mirlu wasn’t agitated. She bit her lip. That reassured her. The canil was protective and if it was anything or anyone he considered a threat, he’d be all fangs and growls. If they actually threatened her, he’d do more than that.

She rose and walked over to the door. Her heart pounded. She cautiously slid the board free of one of the loops and pulled the door open a little to look outside. Even though Mirlu wasn’t worried, she wouldn’t take chances. The plank would keep it from opening fully.

She looked out and at first didn’t see anything, but then she looked down. A sleek black form stood right in front of the door. A big, feline paw with long, sharp claws raked at the door. A tiron. She blinked. She’d only seen the animal form of a Santir shapeshifter in a book, but she couldn’t mistake it.

Looking back at Mirlu, she raised her brows. Not a threat? The animal was huge. He stood chest high, muscles rippled under the fur, and she’d bet those claws of his had left marks on the door. She’d never met one of them, but she knew there were a couple of groups in the area.

The tiron stumbled sideways as it raised its paw to scratch at the door again. It didn’t even seem to be aware that she had it partially open. Okay, something was wrong. Maybe it, he or she, was hurt. Now that she wasn’t gaping in shock, she noticed that the tiron’ssides heaved with labored breaths.

Where were the tiron’s friends? Shifters tended to stay in groups and seldom traveled alone. Wondering why the Santir was here during one of the worst storms to hit the area in years would have to wait. He was in trouble and obviously needed help.

She pushed the door closed far enough to remove the bar fully and then opened it. Stepping to the side, she held open the door so the tiron could enter. The tiron’s eyes fixed on her and it took a slow step forward.

Its rounded head pressed into her stomach and even through the fabric of her shirt, she felt him take in a deep breath. A rolling purr rumbled through the beast as he turned and entered the cabin. The beast’s triangular ears swiveled and tipped back. It stumbled and swayed with every step, seemingly unable to walk a straight line as he moved into the room.

She frowned, but followed him after shutting and barring the cabin door. What was that about? Who was this shifter? Mirlu seemed comfortable with him, but right now she questioned the canil’s ability to know what was dangerous. That shifter was huge and the claws on those paws looked lethal.

The tiron plopped on his butt in the middle of the floor and watched her with deep green eyes. Tori raised an eyebrow. She’d expected the tiron to change into human form. From what she read about them, they weren’t shy about nudity, but maybe he was being considerate of her.

Tori bit her lip. Extra clothing sat in piles on a shelf in the storage room, but that tiron was huge. Would she be able to find any clothing to fit him among the things on the shelf?

At least, she thought it was a he. After the way he’d pressed against her and the intense look in his eyes, she hoped it was a he. Without getting a little personal and much closer, she couldn’t be sure. Until he or she changed and there was proof, she’d just think of it as he. She didn’t even know what he really looked like or how tall he was.

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes for a moment and took a calming breath as she ordered her thoughts. She was getting ahead of herself. The shifter needed to get warm and dry first and then they could see if there were some pants or something to fit him.

“I’ll go get a pallet and blankets for you. It’s wet and chilly out there. You look a little drenched,” Tori said hesitantly before she turned and headed toward the door to the storage area. She felt a little strange talking to a huge animal, but he could, or at least should, be able to understand her.

She opened the door and stepped into the cool cave carved from the dark gray and black mountain stone. Shelves filled with dried food, blankets and other supplies lined the walls. She stacked blankets, thick padding, as well as a towel on one of her arms. Taking a chance that they might fit, she added a pair of soft, thick, cloth pants to the pile. She turned to go back into the main cabin and stumbled to a stop. The tiron stood in the doorway. Deep green eyes locked on her. They burned with intensity as he watched her every move. She hadn’t seen such strong emotion blazing from anyone’s eyes before.

Her nerves stretched taut. She eased by the animal and glanced back over her shoulder as she walked across the room. He followed her with a stumbling, weaving gait that worried her. Drunk or drugged? She couldn’t think of anything other than time to help that.

Tori spread the padding near the fire and piled on a blanket or two. She put the towel and pants near the bedding and turned down the blankets as she stepped back. Her feet touched fur and she felt something brush against her thigh. She stiffened and stopped, managing not to trip over him. Looking back, she saw his head brushing against her thigh.

“Why don’t you change and dry off so you can get under the covers and warm up a little?” She moved to the side and half-turned to give him or her some privacy in case it was shy.

The tiron rose and paced a circle around her. His large, heavy body pressed against her and the dampness of his fur seeped through the thick fabric of her pants. His long tail hooked around her leg just before she turned her eyes firmly to the wall.