Terry Spear - Savage Hunger

The Amazon Rain Forest

Everything appeared perfect. Or so it seemed. In the Amazon, bliss could disintegrate into danger in the flash of a lightning strike.

After tangling with a caiman in the river as a jaguar and carrying the reptile back to the hut for his sister, Maya, to cook, Connor Anderson was half drowsing in a tree a couple of miles away, his tail swishing at flies, his eyes half-lidded as he focused on nothing much in particular. Just the way he liked it when they were on vacation here in the rain forest.

Since he had caught the caiman to eat, she had to prepare it. Often they ate as jaguars as nature intended, leaving the meat raw and without spicing it up, no fuss or muss.

But Maya was trying to talk him into searching for a shifter mate again, and this was one of the ways she presented her argumentby preparing a meal fit for a king and giving him a list of all the reasons they needed to find mates, pronto.

He had heard it all before. If a female jaguar-shifter had crossed his path, and he and she had hit it off, he would have considered the possibility of a mating. But that hadnt happened.

Maya was insistent that they try harder to find more of their kind.

He was beginning to wonder if any others existed, other than their own parents and their grandparents before them.

In the distance, the sound of a womans laughter and sweetly spoken English words without a hint of a Spanish accent caught his attention. The dense jungle foliage muffled the voices, male laughter, and boisterous talkall in Spanishfollowing the womans light chatter. His ears twitched as he listened intently to the sound of her voice as she spoke again, a breathy sugary voice that enthralled him. But then he thought she soundeddrunk.

That notion curdled the pineapple juice in the pit of his stomach. What was she doing out here with these men? And drunk?

Gonzales will be grateful when he learns we have her. Hell like that we grabbed her even better than the hooker we got him last week.

Connors hackles rose. If she wasnt a hooker, what would the drug dealer want with the woman who sounded American? Ransom came to mind.

She will be worth a lot, another said.

Yeah, he had it figured right. A hostage, kidnap victim. Probably the men had spied her in a bar flashing a lot of money around. Most likely, theyd picked her up after plying her with alcohol, taken her hostage, and planned to hide her at a temporary camp in the jungle while they decided how best to get payment for her.

In the condition she was in, she most likely didnt know she was a victimyet. She probably didnt speak Spanish and didnt know what the men were saying, or they wouldnt have been talking so plainly in front of her.

And these men worked for Gonzales, which was bad news any way they cut it. The man was a cutthroat with fingers in every pie that screamed corruption.

Without hesitation, Connor leaped from the tree in rescue mode and raced toward the sound of their voices. They were a long way off, but his jaguar hearing picked up their conversations just the same.

But how in the world was he to rescue her? The men would be armed to the teeth, and though his teeth could take out any number of them, he would never manage if there were many men.

Take her and tie her up, one of the men said, before her comrades come to get her. We will have a surprise waiting for them.

Her comrades? Either more hostages for the taking, or there was bound to be a lot of bloodshed.

Connor quickened his run, careful to ensure that no one else who might be in this part of the rain forest would see him as he ran in the direction of the encampment.

The woman was quiet now. Had she sobered up and was more aware of the danger she was in? Or had she passed out or been knocked out to make her easier to control?

Torn between feeling annoyance that the woman had gotten herself into such a predicament and concern that he couldnt save her in time, he pushed his big cat muscles to the limit.

No! she screamed, and the pain in her voice triggered another rush of adrenaline shooting into his blood, his heart pounding furiously.

Maya would never forgive him if he got himself killed in this venture and left her all alone. But he wouldnt be able to forgive himself if he didnt try to save the woman and she died.

No! the woman screamed again, and the men all laughed.

You think you have fooled us, Captain Kathleen McKnight? one of the men said in broken English.

Connor slowed his pace. Captain? What the hell?

You wanted to see Carlos Gonzales, s? You will see him, seorita, and you will be the last to die. Hell want you to watch the rest of your men die first.

All hell broke loose after that. Shooting, English commands shouted through the thick foliage, Spanish curses, screams of pain. Connor paused, his tail twitching, his nose tilted up, trying to smell gunpowder. But he was too far away from the fighting, and without a hint of a breeze in the dense jungle, he smelled nothing but the richness of the rain forest.

He wasnt stupid enough to go into the middle of a firefight. As long as the Americans were part of some kind of drug raid, which was what he assumed now, and were in on this with Captain McKnight, he had no business interceding.

Yet, he couldnt move from the spot of ground where he was rooted, listening for anything further from the womana word, a command, another cry of pain. He couldnt leave without knowing she and the Americans were successful, and that she had departed the jungle in one piece.

No! the woman cried out again.

More gunfire and swearing, then silence.

As if in the jungle anything could be silent. The bugs continued their raucous singing, the frogs croaked, birds chirped, and monkeys called out. But the sound of man had ceased to exist.

Then more shots were fired, followed by screams this time and sobbing from the woman.

Hell. Connor was certain the woman wouldnt be getting out of there alive.

He ran toward what he figured had to be a temporary encampment, intending to wing his attempt at rescuing the woman without any real plan.

He had come to the Amazon on his and Mayas semiannual visit to get away and commune with their jaguar half in their native environmentnot to deal with members of the damned drug cartel. He avoided them unless the drug traffickers came too close to their hut. And then he and Maya dealt with them in the way they knew bestin their jaguar forms.

Maya would have fits if she knew what he was about to do.

Captain Kathleen McKnight struggled to breathe in the hot, humid air of the Colombian Amazon rain forest. She had managed to free herself long enough to wrest a gun away from a dead drug dealer and shoot two more of them dead. But then another man rushed into the tent and shot her in the thigh.

She gritted her teeth against the pain and shot back, aiming at a more lethal spot. One bullet to the head, and he went down. Then another bang, another sharp pain. This one to the fleshy part of her arm, effectively making her drop the weapon. Damn it to hell.

She dove for a rifle. The rush of boots pounded the earth in her direction. Her fingers closed around the weapon.

But something slammed into the back of her head. A sharp, blinding pain shrieked through her skull. She fell forward and landed on her hands, thinking for a flash of a second that she was a dead woman before a black void swallowed her whole.