Leopard 02 - Wild Rain

semblance of a garden, replanting herbs closer to the hut. All the while she felt Rio close to her. She never saw him, but she knew he was there and it warmed her. She was unafraid for her own safety. She trusted Rio, knew his capabilities.

    Rachael was in the small garden when she heard the first whisper of unease among the birds in the canopy above her home. The flutter of wings as some took flight. The trilling of alarm as sentinels sounded a warning. She pretended not to hear, drawing on the skills she’d acquired over the years to appear calm and relaxed in the face of every crisis. The leopard spy was stalking her. The monkeys reported his movements as he neared her little hut. The animal was casting for signs of Elijah, of a trap for Armando. All he was going to find was Rachael attempting to make a home in a travelers’ hut.
    She stood up and smelled him. The wild, feral scent of the intruder creeping up on her. She felt the impact of his gaze as he watched her, excitement taking him. The knowledge that he could take her life, that she was alone, an easy target for a predator such as a leopard. The leopard was certain she didn’t have the gift. Armando had assured him she was not a shifter, tied to the human form and not worthy of life. Although she couldn’t see him, she could almost feel how his body shook with eagerness for the kill. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Goose bumps rose on her skin. A chill slid down her spine.
    Rachael hummed softly to herself, deliberately walked to the nearest tree trunk laden with perfumed orchids and cut several to place on the wooden slab that served as her table. She stayed outdoors within striking distance, knowing Rio had his rifle trained on the leopard at all times. She went inside her little hut and casually arranged the flowers. Her legs were beginning to turn to rubber so she sat on one of the stumps and stared out into the beauty of the forest, attempting to look at ease with her surroundings.
    To her astonishment Tama and Kim arrived with four of their tribesmen, talking and gesturing as they asked for water. Kim winked at her. It was the only way to ensure the spy leopard didn’t try to grab her and carry her back to Armando’s camp. He could give Armando reassurance Rachael was alone and Elijah was nowhere near her, but they would have to return to the hut a second time in order to capture her. Even so, she felt the leopard’s presence for most of the night. The tribesmen settled down around her, talking long into the night, giving her the courtesy of the hut but successfully preventing the spy from making a move against her. It seemed forever before the feeling of danger passed. She remained still, waiting, wanting to curl up in a little ball and cry with relief.
    Rio arrived at dawn, dragging her into his arms, raining kisses over her face. Elijah was with him, real and solid, hugging her hard, telling her how brave she was.
    “Did it work? Did he go back to Armando and tell him I was living here alone and you didn’t know about it?” Rachael’s voice was muffled against Rio’s shirt. She inhaled him, touched him, needing to feel his enormous strength when she felt so fragile.
    “It worked, Rachael,” Elijah assured. “He went back to Armando like the good little spy and reported everything he saw.”
    “I felt how eager he was to kill me,” she said. “I don’t know what he would have done if Kim and Tama hadn’t shown up.”
    “I did too,” Rio acknowledged. “He was in my sights the entire time. He never had a chance, sestrilla. ”
    “Now what do we do?” Rachael asked.
    “Tama and Kim are going to escort you to their village. You’ll be safe with them. Armando will send his men back here to the hut and they’ll find it empty. They’ll stake it out thinking you’ll come back. In the meantime, we have to get rid of his big-game hunters. It looks as if Armando instructed them to bag him a leopard. He knows he can’t take Elijah at his camp with all the guards there, but he believes Elijah is shifting at night and hunting for signs of you.”
    Elijah grinned at her. His gaze remained flat and cold. “It’s like him to bring in professional hunters.
    He couldn’t very well tell them I’m a shifter. That would take away one of his big secrets.”
    “The hunters staked out a goat hoping to draw in a leopard. There aren’t supposed to be any big leopards in these parts, only the clouded leopard and the smaller