Chapter 1
In the form of the panther, Sophia stalked her target.
The forest provided many shaded and grassy nooks, and Domino
was an admirable opponent. The three–year–old
panther could remain still for hours. His spotted fur also
gave him excellent camouflage, so Sophia used her heightened
sense of smell to find him.
When she got within springing distance, she lowered into
a crouch, her back legs digging into the ground for better
purchase. Then she pounced.
Domino sensed her the moment she left the ground. He
shifted to accept her weight as she tackled him. Her paws
wrapped around his torso. Then she opened her powerful jaw
and went for the soft part of his neck.
He quickly flipped their positions, using his greater
strength to dump her onto her back. Her feline instincts had
her wrenching herself to right her center of gravity. This
resulted in them taking a long, tangled tumble down the side
of a grassy hill.
At the base of the hill rested several of Domino's
siblings. They watched for only a moment before leaping into
the fray.
"Sophia!"
She froze, her ear caught between Domino's teeth. Rolling
her eyes in the direction of her mother's voice, she tried
to ignore the heavy weight of Domino's haunches where they
rested on her right side. The panthers around her also grew
still, hearing the maternal censuring tone and paying it heed.
Busted, Sophia thought.
She rolled out from under Domino and rose gracefully onto
all four paws. Her mother stopped at the edge of the walkway
leading from their home into the surrounding forest. The
rose–colored sundress she wore swelled over her very
pregnant belly and stopped just short of her bare feet. Her
long, curling brown hair, worn with just a few loose daises
tucked into it, gave her the look of a woodland goddess from
the human fairytales she used to read Sophia as a child. Her
lime green eyes held a warning that her curving lips belied.
Knowing she would get a lecture, Sophia padded closer.
When she spotted Quincy watching in the distance, sunlight
gleaming on his wavy blond hair and the many silver markings
tattooing his muscular arms, she wanted to sink into the
earth. Thank goodness panthers didn't blush, she mused,
ignoring the racing of her heart that she considered normal
when Quincy was involved.
She obligingly sat near her mother's feet and looked up.
The light green and dark blue leaves decorating the outside
of her mom's eyes gave her beautiful face a gentle
appearance, but Sophia was only too aware of the fierceness
of which her mother was capable.
Fortunately, her mother was a sucker for animals.
Even as her mom opened her mouth to speak, Sophia leaned
forward and nudged her hand with her muzzle, urging it to
the top of her head. She paired the nudge with a blink of
her wide, panther eyes. As she intended, she succeeded in
distracting her mother, who lowered herself to her knees and
rubbed Sophia's head.
"Don't think this gets you out of a tongue lashing," her
mother said in her soft, pleasing voice. "You ditched your
training session again."
Figuring it couldn't hurt, Sophia licked her mom's cheek.
That provoked a laugh.
"Look, sweetie..."
Sophia huffed, knowing what was coming.
"I know you prefer to spend your time in your laboratory
or here with the panthers," her mother continued, "but
weapons training is so important. Not so long ago, you saw
just how important."
She referred to the recent experience that shook their
usually uneventful lives. About two months before, Sophia's
cousin Tate snuck away from the protected area encompassing
their homes and ended up getting snatched by the kragen,
Nyx. It took almost two weeks—and a battle against
some truly scary Mercesti—to get her back.
Sophia had been among those who left in search of Tate.
She didn't think it would help matters to point out that she
fared just fine without a weapon of any kind. Her mother
probably wouldn't take kindly to the reminder of the danger
she'd been in, regardless of the outcome.
"I know that there will be things that happen outside of
our control," her mother said. "Tate didn't plan to get
herself stranded so far from home, but she was able to rely
on the skills we taught her to survive. I want you to be
able to do the same, and that includes having the ability to
wield weapons effectively to defend yourself and others."
Sophia huffed again. In her mind, there was more than one
way to defend against threats. Weapons were the most archaic
way and of no interest to her. She felt that she could solve
any number of issues through the equipment in her lab much
better than could be resolved on a battlefield.
In point of fact, she was working on developing a serum
to combat the effects of Nyx's toxin, a serum that could be
administered to anyone who would be around the kragen on a
regular basis. Now that Nyx was a seemingly permanent
resident in the area, Sophia worried about one of her
younger siblings or cousins—all of whom loved to play
with the large creature—accidentally coming into
contact with her paralyzing toxin.
Unfortunately, she recently realized that she wasn't
progressing much with her efforts. She decided that she
needed more information from Nyx's Estilorian friend,
Zachariah. The enigmatic Mercesti male had developed an
antitoxin that could be administered after the toxin had
been introduced. Sophia hoped to extend his efforts to
develop something more proactive. In effect, a vaccine.
"I'll never get a moment's rest if I don't think you can
protect yourself if anything ever happens to you," her mom said.
Guilt rushed through Sophia at the words. She could only
imagine how much stress she had put her parents through
during her absence while rescuing Tate. Hanging her head,
she gave her mom an apologetic look.
Her mother shook her head in response. "Just don't forget
again, okay?"
Sophia nodded, causing her mother's hand to lift up and down.
"Now, since it's surprisingly warm today considering
autumn has arrived, those of your cousins who did
participate in today's training are going to head over to
the waterfall for a swim. Why don't you go get changed and
join them? It's probably the last swim you'll have until
late spring."
The idea of a swim with her family sounded enjoyable, and
it might give her a chance to chat with Zachariah about the
antitoxin. She nodded again.
Her mother got awkwardly to her feet and winced as she
stretched, rubbing her belly with one hand as she pressed
against her lower back with the other. "Phew. I'm ready for
this baby to arrive. My back is killing me."
Sophia debated shifting back so she could help her
mother, even though she'd be naked when she did. Then her
mom smiled and caught her gaze.
"I'll be fine, sweetie. You can wait to shift until you
get to your room. Besides, Quincy is still watching."
Despite her concerns about her mother, that gentle
reminder was enough to have Sophia dashing in her panther
form into the house. Being seen naked by Quincy was the very
last thing she needed.
* * *
Quincy started down the hill as soon as Sophia loped
away. He had seen Olivia's grimace when she stood up after
speaking with her daughter. As both a friend and the
Estilorian who served as the obstetrician for Olivia and her
sisters, Amber and Skye, he was concerned by her obvious
discomfort.
"Do you need any assistance, Olivia?" he asked.
He stopped a couple of feet from her, studying her for
physiological indicators of how she felt. He knew that these
last days before the projected due date were particularly
wearying on the expectant mother. Her energy and abilities
weakened as she prepared for the birth. It was one of the
reasons that Olivia and her sisters had remained behind when
their firstborn children recently ventured away from the
protected homeland.
Her pupils and breathing were normal now, he was pleased
to note.
"I sure do," she answered with a grin. "Can you get
Sophia to quit skipping out on her training sessions?"
His lips twitched. "Are you sure you don't have something
less challenging for me? Maybe a previously unknown pain, or
a dire threat to your person I could possibly avert?"
"I can hear you," Sophia called out.
The irritation in her voice had Quincy grimacing.
"Sorry," he said loudly toward the open door of the house.
Then, more quietly, he said, "Oops."
Olivia smiled and waved it off. "Sophia deserves the
knock. She's terrible about participating in the training
sessions and she knows it." Her voice rose in volume when
she added, "I'll never let her leave home again if she
doesn't start taking this more seriously."
"Yeah, yeah...I get it," Sophia replied in a grumble.
Quincy shook his head. "Well, let me know if you
experience any signs of the baby's impending arrival, okay?
If you'd be more comfortable with me sticking around here
instead of joining the others at the waterfall, I'd be happy
to."
"You're very sweet, Quincy. Thanks." She once again ran a
hand over her belly. "But I think we're still okay for now."
"All right. Then I'll go wait for Sophia and the others
near the training paddock. You know how to find me if you
need me."
"Absolutely." Olivia smiled and turned to walk back into
the house. "And if you happen to give Sophia another lecture
on the importance of learning to defend herself in hopes it
might penetrate her hard head, I wouldn't mind a bit."
"Sure thing," he said.
As he walked toward the training paddock, he considered
Olivia's concern for Sophia's well–being. It very
closely mirrored his own. He clearly remembered the
challenges he and Sophia faced together in their pursuit of
Tate all those weeks ago. Sophia had nearly been killed. The
fear and anguish he'd experienced while treating her
injuries surely reflected what Olivia would have felt in his
place.
Why wouldn't it? he mused now. After all, they both loved
her.
He supposed the biggest difference was that Sophia didn't
have any idea how he felt about her. And he had yet to
figure out how to change that.