The female faltered and she fell to the ground. She was here because of her cycle he didn’t want to kill her or maim her. If he kept smashing her into the trees, he would kill her with his rage. The fight was coming to a close and Zane stopped using brute strength instead, he used muscle and power to subdue her. Her blows, now frantic and wild, bounced off him. He picked the female up and smashed her into a tree she howled and Zane knew he smelled fear. Just thinking of how vulnerable she was without him made Zane furious. He sliced at the female, snapping her head to the side-the blow would have killed Bay.

Zane remembered being rough with Bay it was laughable compared to what was happening now. She had no idea if Zane would kill her, especially since he had tried to walk away. The cocky female was soon breathing hard and fighting for her life. He was looking for his son-Bay was being hunted by a Castian, and power to get to both of them flew through his system. The second the confrontation began, he could feel the female’s wariness. The female’s claws were longer, her teeth sharper and she was strong. Males and females of their species had hard flesh that was almost impossible to penetrate.

He hadn’t meant to insult her by refusing her-she must be thinking he thought her to be not worthy of him. The female howled in rage, obviously thinking she was being dismissed, and Zane realized his mistake too soon. The female was sizing him up, distractedly, as though he wasn’t real and Zane began to walk away. Zane was certain she found him uninteresting. Some young ones were cocky, thinking they could take a male on who was near to her size, and others were looking for an easy conquest. She was looking at him as though he didn’t exist. She was beautiful and close to eight feet, a young one, perhaps her first mating. Zane stayed his small size, hoping the female would find him unattractive. Zane could scent his son, he had been there. The scent of fear was high where Zane stood, but it wasn’t from the dead cyron the creature had no emotion.įarther into the jungle he went, calling to Draven. Zane winced when he came across a dead cyron it was shredded to pieces-some female wasn’t happy. Zane tried to focus on the scent of fear it wasn’t a normal scent during this Holiday. He had to find Draven the air was charged with fear, lust, and eager anticipation. Their presence sent shock waves through the male domain, but because of Bay, he was able to control his hormones. His cycle was high, especially with the female Zargonnii arriving. Zane could hear the sounds of mating everywhere he was trying to stay focused but it was so hard. “Then you better hope I find him before another does.” “Vala, Zane isn’t out here to mate,” Bay said uneasily. “I will take you both home and look for your father, Draven,” the Zargonnii said. “Yes, and your uncle.” Bay glanced about worriedly wondering how she was going to get Draven home safely.

Bay's Mercenary by C.L. Scholey