Hunting the She Cat
Years ago little Misha is left alone, raised by Native Americans, now by day she rules her office like a kingdom, at night the streets are the playground of her cat form. The alien Lugar has been tasked to hunt her down and remove the danger of her for the powers that be of their world.
Word Count: 24,041
Genre: Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, August 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
The female was pretty.
While she was still unaware of his presence, Lugar stood in the open door to her office and watched her.
Her desk was oriented at an angle to the door offering a full view. Standing, legs spread slightly, she rifled through her desktop papers, making noise, looking urgently for something.
Tall, but fine-boned and delicate, she held herself well, elegant and regal in a red blouse and trim black trousers. Caramel hair fell in large, rolling curls at her shoulders.
There was an edge of efficient toughness he expected from one of their kind. The air of it emanated from her as she worked. She gave off a sense of focused calm and quiet serenity, a feeling of capability.
No one besides another Homo tigon could stand unseen at her door. He’d lay his life on that.
His blood rose. An urge to see her in her natural feline shape came over him.
He sucked in air, striving for control.
Closing the door behind him, he turned the lock. The scraping snick seemed to echo into the room, loud and final.
She jerked, then raised her head to the air at the noise -- the only sign he’d startled her.
“Leave the door open,” she ordered. She unconsciously fingered the gold necklace she wore at her attractive neck.
Good. She was not cowed by finding a strange male in her domain then, a sign of her strength and courage.
“I need to speak with you alone,” he said. “No one can hear.”
“I prefer it open.” She walked past him in a feminine huff to see to it herself, unlocked and pushed the door open with more force than necessary.
The scent of her weakened his knees.
“As you wish.” He grinned, an effort to reassure her.
“Do you have an appointment, sir?”
“How may I help you then? I expect a real client any moment.”
“I am real enough.”
“Poor choice of words. A scheduled client will be here very soon.” She looked to her shiny wrist band time log.
“It is I who will help you, female.”
She raised a brow skeptically, haughty, doubting his words. A wave of anger at her unwelcoming demeanor came, but he suppressed it fast as illogical. She did not know him. He was being reactive. Off balance from her unexpected appeal. An argument with her would not serve his mission.
“I have no idea who you are.”
“I came for you. It’s past time.”
She stiffened. Her amazing golden eyes went as cold as those of a hunting cat. “For me? I must have misunderstood.” Now shaking her head, the soft-looking curls bounced. “Did you say you came for me?”
“You should know we’d come for you, that your kind would not leave you here forever.” He took a couple of strides to her. “Do you not sense the difference in me? That I am like you. Like your true nature. You are the lost she-cat. I came for you.”
The female sniffed the air, nostrils flared slightly, and then stepped back away from him, lovely eyes going wide with comprehension and shock, which to her credit, she hid fast behind stubbornness.
“Yes, that’s it. Use your sense of smell. It will always serve you well.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She did something with her hair then, tucking it roughly behind a tiny ear. Charming. He saw more of her silken jaw line now.
“None,” she added for emphasis.
“Do you not have times when you seek the wilds, pretty eyes? Times when the need to run free takes over, calling to your very blood. The need to hunt victims in the dark?”
“Hey.” She shook her head violently now. “I have enough problems of my own today without your puzzles, Mister. In this law office, we help victims here.”
Frustration beat at him. She should know who she was. Either she was a good liar or she did not know.
“Can you tell me you never feel different than the humans around you?”
Her time here may have driven her she-cat nature under, repressed it.
Watching her closely, he continued, “We’d wondered how long the team lived, how long they’d had to teach you the complex ways of cat shapers.”
She held up a hand clearly asking him to stop. “Already said I have no idea what you’re talking about. I have no idea who sent you to play this joke on me, but it’s time you left.”
“At least you must accept this much, little feline. We are both cats, you and I.” Lugar smiled his most affective and charming smile. He hoped.
Her eyes narrowed but she did not reward him with a returned grin as he expected. Instead, her petite face turned as hard as stone.
“I’ve traveled far to reach you. I will escort you home today.”
“I have two more clients today, even if I allowed strangers to escort me home, I could not today.”
“Stop this obtuse resistance,” he ordered. “You know I do not speak of home here on this world, Earth.”
She moved a black notebook around her desk. “I have no idea what you mean,” she repeated. But her eyes betrayed her knowledge. Some knowledge, however sparse was there in her green gaze.
“Interesting. Perhaps you’ve forgotten then. Your journey here was long, long ago.”
“I made no journey.”
“You cannot lie to me, sweet one.” He tried to remain calm and soothing but it became more and more difficult with each passing moment. Was it possible the little she-cat had lost all of her memory of her past, of their world? She’d been only five years old when the mission was lost. Or perhaps the trauma of her difference from the humans caused her to deny it even to herself.