With a small squeeze of the handlebars, the bike jerked forward. She raised her head in time to see the tiger launch at her. Her hands instinctively flew up to protect her face. It hit her squarely in the chest, knocking her onto the ground. The air whooshed from her lungs and her head bounced on the ground.
Barrick was careful not to land on his mate. She was beautiful. Well, once you got beyond the fact that she didn't have any fur. Her skin was more the color of pure Belusian Cream, the rarest delicacy on his world. Would she be as sweet?
He needed to carry her out of this place. He could hear the roar of several animals nearby but none sounded familiar. His body pulsed with the need to change but it refused to obey. He sat there over her prone body trying again and again to change but nothing happened.
It was that damned mist. It had to be. Once he got free from it, they would be safer. He bent over her prone body and carefully clamped his jaws on her shoulder. He didn't want to risk marring her face.
"Uhhh..." she moaned.
He had no illusions that if she woke, he would be fighting to get her onto his ship.
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