I
stayed to the shadows created by the setting sun on the trees. Soon, it would
be dark, but right now there was enough light left in the night sky that I
knew I'd be spotted if someone looked hard enough. Avoiding detection at the
moment was second on my list of things to do.
Observing my prey was at the very top.
I
knew I wouldn't have long to wait. I'd watched long enough to know that my
target always came out to play for an hour every morning and then again every
evening, right before sunset. I knew if I waited long enough, I'd see him.
And seeing him was what I needed to do. It was the only thing keeping me
grounded to the planet. Without these small glimpses in time, I'd simply cease
to exist.
My breath caught when the door opened. Man and child spilled out, followed
quickly by two armed guards. I leaned forward, watching every move, ever
gesture as they tossed a ball back and forth.
My heartbeat quickened when I heard the child's laughter and the man smiled. I
doubted there was a more joyful sound in all the world, or a more beautiful
sight than the man's smile. Both made my heart ache.
I
watched until one of the guards stepped forward and said something. The man
jolted, fear flashing across his face for just a moment before it was gone,
replaced by a mask of indifference as he gathered up the child and headed
inside.
I
growled low in the back of my throat. Razor sharp claws shot from the tips of
my fingers. The need to attack and tear the guard apart rode me hard. Only
knowing that making my presence known was the worst possible thing I could do
kept me to the shadows.
I
watched for a few more minutes before backing farther into the shadows then
turning and making my way back to my car. I hated to leave, but I had no other
choice. Soon, the night patrols would start and I couldn't be caught.
I
had stayed in human form simply because I was in foreign territory, forbidden
territory. If I was scented in my panther form, it would bring attention down
on my head I didn't need.
Once in my car, which was far enough away and hidden deep enough in the
forest, that it was doubtful I'd be spotted by anyone, I headed for panther
headquarters. I wouldn't be able to come back for another week. As much as
that saddened me, I knew it was for the best. If I came too many times, I'd
eventually be spotted, and I couldn't allow that. The danger was ever present,
both to myself and to my obsession.
I
was lucky in the fact that the fox skulk was located only a couple of hours
from panther headquarters. I easily made the drive home, having driven it many
times before. I could probably make the trip in my sleep.
Things looked pretty quiet when I pulled up in front of the mansion that
doubled as panther headquarters and home for the panther assassins. I had
chosen not to become one of their pride when they formed it. I wasn't ready
for others to know my secret. I wasn't sure I ever would be either.
I
parked my car then headed inside. It wasn't so late that everyone would be in
bed, but dinner was definitely over. Hopefully, Henry had left me a plate in
the fridge like he normally did. He didn't know where I went each week. Just
that I was always home late every Sunday.
I
paused when I got inside and stared at the others congregated in the living
room. It was bittersweet to see the mated couples sitting around the room. I
was happy for my friends. They deserved to find their mates.
I
was envious as hell.
"Hey, Stalk," Stryker called out. "Just getting in?"
Stalker nodded.
"Come join us."
"Naw,
man, I need food." I pushed away from the doorframe and headed down the
hallway toward the kitchen.
"There's a plate in the fridge for you," Henry called out after me.
I
smiled even though Henry couldn't see it. Henry and his amazing cooking skills
had been a great boon to our household. The man could make a five course meal
out of a can of spam and a wish.
I
found the dish Henry had placed in the fridge for me and quickly heated it up.
For a moment, I considered taking it into the living room and joining everyone
else, but I knew I would hate myself if I did.
I didn't begrudge my friends and their mates from spending time together. It
was actually good for them and a way for them to make the bonds between them
even stronger. It was just hard to watch when I was all alone, and would most
likely remain that way.
A
mate was not in my future.
I
took my plate upstairs to the suite of rooms I'd been assigned when I became
an assassin.
An assassin.
That was pretty much the culmination of my life. I was a hired a gun, a
killer. I was given assignments by my handler and sent out to eliminate my
targets. Granted, there was an aspect of the job that I enjoyed.
The hunt.
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