Chapter 61

When no more shots rained down, he turned on the jets even more, preparing to chase down the hunter and snap his neck. There would be no escape. Not this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Donovan, in his polar form, charging after him. Both relieved and terrified, TJ pushed himself faster. His feet churned over the terrain in a full sprint. A mighty roar of challenge erupted from his throat.

Just as he topped a small rise, an answering roar made him slam on the brakes.

Directly head, a huge white tiger stood, busily slashing and shredding something with his sharp claws. The unmistakable scent of blood and death hung heavy in the air, along with fury. Shifter fury. In the form of Jonah ripping apart a man. The rifle laying nearby told the story.

As Donovan pulled up next to TJ, Jonah swung around and stared at them, his blue eyes filled with victory, satisfaction, and a deep-rooted hatred which emerged as dominant aggressiveness and a brutal slaying.