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bubbling water roaring as it rushed past them,
indifferent to their plight. The water would wash out their scent and possibly
throw Raul off on which way they headed.
    They slowed, sniffing the air and taking in their
surroundings. Angela also picked up on their curiosity and lust, although she
couldn’t tell which one of them released the scent.
    How dare you dishonor your littermate, she growled,
lowering her head and glaring at both of them. He fought so we could escape
and is probably injured. If you have an interest in me, you tell him about it,
not me. Take me on without him here and I’ll kick your ass.
    Rafe straightened, raising his head and looking down at her
with glowing green eyes. Ran carried the backpack on his back, which held their
clothes and apparently a few other items from the way it bulged in places. He
slowly swished his tail, looking ready to accept her challenge. She wouldn’t
rely on Rafe to defend her if Ran decided it was time to play.
    She turned and ran from them, keeping close to the bubbling
water. They were both right behind her, and surprisingly, neither one tried to
mount her when she stopped by a fallen tree.
    Perfect. Hopefully Raul would be able to follow their scent
this way. Knowing she weighed the lightest, she wasn’t the best candidate to
run over the huge trunk that created a makeshift bridge first. But at the same
time, her size wouldn’t collapse the trunk and make it so the other two
couldn’t cross.
    Angela stepped forward then jumped to the side when Rafe
leapt at her and growled.
    What the fuck? She cringed at the sign of her
startled howl. These males weren’t going to tell her what to do. Quickly
raising her head, she took a step closer to the fallen trunk.
    You’re not going first! His spitting hiss, mixed with
a nasty rumbling growl, made his point clear. He leapt at her and would have
knocked her sideways if she didn’t jump out of his way. And away from the
fallen log.
    Ran stepped forward, making it so she would have to move
around him or plow into him to get back to the trunk. Rafe then moved to the
makeshift bridge and stepped onto it.
    She watched the water rush underneath and the wood shift under
his weight. It appeared to have been there for a while and was possibly used by
other animals that made this hidden plateau their home. Either way, Angela
didn’t realize she held her breath until he was halfway across and the sound of
wood cracking forced the air out of her lungs.
    Ran didn’t stop her when she hurried to the edge of the
bank. He was right there next to her. She smelled his fear and felt the sudden
urge to step into him, brush her body against his and assure him with her touch
his littermate would be fine. Before she stopped herself, Angela moved closer
to him. The look on his face, with his green eyes wide and his mouth open,
although he didn’t pant, was enough to tell her what he thought of water.
Taking a shower or hot bath in human form was one thing. But large bodies of
water in general didn’t appeal to jaguars, especially in their fur.
    There. He made it. Her rumble, deep in her throat,
made Ran swish his tail. He pushed against her, a friendly, happy action,
although when her gaze met his, the shade of his eyes darkened.
    I’m next, she told him, her growl short and quick as
she moved around him and headed to the log.
    Ran didn’t stop her and she jumped onto the log, instantly
feeling it move slightly underneath her and balancing herself before continuing
across the water. Sprays of water jumped up to sink into her fur around her
ankles and legs as she kept a steady pace and walked over the trunk. She kept
her focus on the other side, watching Rafe’s attentive face come into focus as
she got closer.
    She heard the slapping of water against rocks and her heart
jumped. In the dark, it was harder to tell how close the water was underneath
her. Which probably made this an easier journey.
    She prayed Raul wouldn’t have too rough a go