Skyborn(2)

Even though I was an eight-foot-tall fire-breathing dragon, I was still a  twenty-one-year-old girl inside, and those wild animals stalking slowly  towards made me freeze in fear. It was perfect, really. I get killed by  human hunters only to have my remains be eaten by a freaking lion. I  must have done something really crappy in a past life to deserve this.

The hunter nearest me spun away, facing the animals with his harpoon  raised. "We don't want trouble with your kind. Get out of here!" the  hunter yelled, and my vision began to blur. Was he talking to them?  Trying to reason with wild animals was even crazier than breathing fire.                       
       
           



       

Almost.

A wave of dizziness crashed over me and I looked down to see that I had  lost a ton of blood, like a bucketful. My heart raced at the sight of  all that thick crimson fluid. Dammit, while the hunters were distracted  with the circus was a great time for me to run and get the hell out of  here, but I felt like I was going to faint. I just had to be a  fire-breathing dragon with no special healing abilities, didn't I? A  defective dragon. Any mythical dragon I had read about or seen in movies  had healing powers, so what the hell?

Please, God, don't let me die like this, I begged in panic. I hadn't  been to church since my mom died of breast cancer when I was sixteen,  but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask for God's help now. If the big man  upstairs was real, maybe he would have mercy on me. The sudden cracking  of bones startled me, until I realized they were my own. I was changing  form, back to human. I had zero control over this; my dragon seemed to  be the one in control, which terrified me the most. Well, I came into  this world as a naked human, best to die as one too.

As my body finished its change, I collapsed naked on the snow and pine  needles in a puddle of blood, and looked up at the bright blue sky. That  falcon was circling above me, cawing as if calling out to his family.  The way his wings glided across the sky looked so free, and I longed to  be up there with him. Damn, the Earth could really be beautiful. Humans  weren't so bad either, although I preferred animals. Maybe if  reincarnation was real I could come back as a bird, or even a dolphin …

My mind was going spacey, and I knew with one hundred percent certainty  that I was going to die. A wolf growl pulled my attention from the sky  to the drama unfolding before me. I watched in fascination as the  …  pack  of circus animals  …  stalked around me and the three hunters, forming a  circle. Make that two hunters; the one who had the knife was definitely  burned to a crisp. So they could die? Good to know. One of the hunters,  the one with the gravelly voice wearing a ski mask, bent down and picked  up the red glowing dagger and advanced on me.

"Keep the shifters out of my way while I finish her off!" he yelled to his partner.

What could I do? The trees surrounding me were blurring at the tips and I  knew I was moments from passing out and leaving this body. Still, I'd  grown up poor, without a father, and I'd lost my mother at sixteen, so I  wasn't weak. I'd taken care of my dying mother for two years at the  tender age of fourteen, until she became a living skeleton and passed  away. At that point, you just wanted them out of pain. But I had grown  up way faster than the other kids my age and I wasn't dying now without a  fight. I didn't have it within me to give up. I reached my arm out,  blindly grasping until I had the harpoon grasped in my weak left hand.  If I was going to die naked in the woods, this freaking arrow was going  to be shoved in some douchebag's eyeball.

I propped myself up on my elbow and raised the arrow at the oncoming  hunter like a spear. That's when the circus attacked. They charged in  unison, both horrifying and beautiful. The lion leaped into the air,  knocking one of the hunters down. Then the smaller coyote went in for  the kill, going right for the throat. I'd never seen anything like it,  and my favorite show was Animal Planet. It was as if they shared one  mind. The hunters fought back but they were no match for the pack of  wild animals.

The hunter holding the glowing red knife screamed as the small black  wolf tore into his neck, coming away with a chunk of flesh. I wanted to  look away but I couldn't. I was both terrified and fascinated with these  creatures. Once the circus had killed the hunters, one of them, the  black wolf, turned on me, approaching slowly with her head down. I  instinctively knew it was a female. Or my dragon knew and I got it from  her; it must have been one of my new senses. Hardly practical. Hardly  going to keep me alive when she attacked me.

"Stay  …  back..." I fought to speak, my voice deep and warbled. Too much  blood lost. This wolf was beautiful, so beautiful that I wanted to reach  out and touch her silky black fur. Stupid idea, but clearly my blood  loss had taken my brain cells with it.

Then my delusion ramped up a notch. Before my eyes, the wolf began to  …   transform. Like I did. Her bones cracked and shifted as her body slimmed  down, until kneeling before me was a young girl in her early twenties,  with long raven-black hair, and a body covered in tattoos, naked as the  day she was born.

"What the fu-?" Before I could finish that thought, the darkness took me into her sweet embrace and I welcomed death.





2





I CAME TO in snippets. First I awoke in a car, moaning; the man who held  me was screaming, "Drive faster!" Then I was back out. When I awoke  again I was clothed and fighting the strong bearded guy, the same one  who'd been holding the shotgun. He was pinning me down, and I panicked,  punching him in the jaw. Then I went unconscious again. The last thing I  remembered was fighting the raven-haired girl as she helped the bearded  guy force me into a cage.                       
       
           



       

Finally, I felt full consciousness come to me. I sat upright, startled,  heart racing and head pounding with an ache that rivaled the one I'd got  recently after my twenty-first birthday. I looked down at my body. I  was wearing jeans and a flannel button-down shirt; my shoulder and ribs  were wrapped in gauze and smelled of some weird earthy paste. My  shoulder blade felt like it was on fire, and tears pricked the edge of  my vision as I tried to move. Panic shot through me as I saw that I was  locked in a steel cage. Just outside was a nearly-empty blood bag and an  IV drip line that led to my arm. Oh God. Oh shit. With one yank, I  ripped the IV out and looked around, panicked.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you," said a deep voice that made my body involuntarily flush with heat.

I looked up and was met with piercing green eyes that were surrounded by  thick dark lashes. My hands went around the bars of the cage and I  gripped them tightly.

"Says the guy holding me in a cage."

He was the same guy who'd been holding the shotgun from the woods. He  was at least 6'4, standing with his arms crossed, which made his large  biceps bulge. His body was packed with tight, corded muscles, and he had  a trimmed dark-black beard and shaggy hair. He looked like the spawn of  a fireman, a boxer, and a professional model. Alright  …  not okay to be  checking out my captor. Why did all of the hot ones have to be such  psychopaths?

Get it together, Sloane.

"I couldn't risk you running off, and I couldn't babysit you twenty-four  seven. I've been too busy making sure you didn't carelessly lead them  to us," he said with a trace of annoyance.

Hah! I annoyed him? I was the one in a freaking cage! I noticed that he  stood in front of a door that was ajar and looked like it led to set of  steps. Looked like I was in a basement. Nothing good ever happened in a  basement.

Anger flared inside of me, making the pain my body was feeling ebb a  little. "Let me out!" I barked, shaking the cage. Was he a hunter? My  brain struggled with recalling what had happened-those hunters  …  I  breathed fire  …  and they almost killed me, but then the animals  …  the  girl, she had changed from a wolf to a person right before my eyes. I  would say it was ludicrous, but not after what I knew my body could do.  Fear began to saturate my body as I stared at the blood bag and the  cage. I was super freaking claustrophobic and had seen enough horror  movies to know this ended with me raped or dead. Scales began to appear  on my arms as my dragon started to take over, and the guys eyes bugged  out of his head. He flew forward with his hands out.

"Stop that! Calm down or you'll shift and tip off the hunters!" he  growled, his pupils forming thin lizard-like slits. What the … ?