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Nivea saw her mate battling the cougar. It was a strong and well-trained Bosinian fighting Eli with vigor and even though Nivea knew full well Eli would emerge the victor, it didn’t stop her from leaping to his defense.
    She jumped in front of the cougar, distracting it momentarily while Eli leapt from the marble countertop down onto its back. That didn’t immediately stop the cougar from hurtling at Nivea. She charged back and while Eli bit into the back of its head, she attacked its underbelly, both jaguars biting to kill.
    When the furniture had finished being broken and scattered about the room and the roaring and hissing came to a stop, two cats stood, breathing heavily, glaring at each other. He was a big and beautiful panther, where Nivea’s jaguar was golden with rosettes so close they sometimes looked to be big black blurs.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Eli yelled about two seconds after he shifted.
    His naked body was in the face of her cat’s, staring down at it with rage unlike any she’d ever seen in him. No, that was not true, she’d seen it before, the day he was beating the crap out of Rimas.
    The cat took a step back before Nivea shifted, shaking her head because the quick action always made her a little dizzy.
    “I could ask you the same thing,” she shot back.
    “But you won’t because I’m the commanding officer. And goddammit! What the hell, Cannon! Why are you here shifting and attacking fucking cats?”
    “Attacking rogues, you mean? Last time I checked that was my job,” she snapped back.
    “Your job is to do what I say, when I say.”
    “That’s bullshit, Eli! My job is the same as yours, to keep our secret safe.”
    “Well, you’re doing a hell of a job, coming in here shifting like that,” he roared back. “That cat could have killed you! It could have bitten down on your neck and…” His words trailed off as he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were in some type of pain.
    “Oh, you mean after you’d already shifted? What the hell was that? I walk in on two cats about to tear another’s throat out. What did you think I was going to do?”
    There was nothing else she could have done. He was her mate and there was no way she could stand by and watch him be hurt, no way she wouldn’t fight side by side with him. Pain radiated through her chest at the thought that Eli wouldn’t understand that.
    When he stalked past her instead of speaking another word she called after him, “Running away again, Eli? You’re becoming a pro at that.”
    “Shut up!” he yelled over his shoulder as she tried valiantly not to look at the dimples in his muscled ass, or the power of his bare thighs.
    She clamped her lips shut, not because he’d told her to, but rather because he wasn’t likely to listen to a word she had to say. Instead she turned around, staring at the brutalized rogue carcasses, wondering what the hell their connection was to all that was going on around them. Seconds later her face was covered and she stumbled back as Eli roughly put a shirt that smelled like cheesesteak subs over her head.
    “What the hell? Are you crazy?” she asked as he lifted her arms and stuffed them through the large openings of the shirt.
    “No. But you are if you think I’m going to let anybody come in here and see your naked ass!” he yelled before moving past her. “I’m calling this in.”
    He reached down on the floor to where the shreds of his jeans were, picked up his cell phone, and put it to his ear. He’d obviously found some cargo shorts that fit without falling down his hips. His chest, however, was still bare, the jaguar tat on his arm taunting her.
    “Use your com link, it’ll be quicker,” she told him.
    “Don’t want everyone on duty to know about this.”
    Nivea shrugged, not bothering to ask why, and pulled on the hem of her shirt to make sure all her assets were in fact covered. She walked around the room, thinking these rogues