Page 27 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

I need to get out! Fucking moose trying to box me in.

I growled.You can’t leave. No one can.

That only made her thrash harder.

Logan threw herself into the fray, eyes glowing. A smack onto Kendrick’s ass had him toppling the moose and Logan tossed herself to the ground, wrapping her body around the moose’s head.

“Breathe for me. You’re okay.” She stroked a glowing hand along their fur and I could practically see the fight drain out of them. “Change back, please.”

They complied, fur disappearing, a panting male laying naked on the floor with Logan cupping his face.

“Kendrick, take him.”

Logan diverted instantly toward me. The tiger growled and I tightened my jaws.Don’t you fucking growl at her.

“It’s okay,” Logan crooned.

It’s fucking not! This is a gods-damned cage and I need out of it before I kill someone.The tiger swiped at her, and my witch shrieked, the claws tearing into her.

The panthers piled on, throwing their weight onto the tiger with me.

“Stop!” Logan ordered, hand clutched over the blood dripping down her arm. “She’s scared. You’re making it worse.”

The tiger bucked like a damn bronco. I didn’t even know which tiger it was since she was too fucking geared up to give me her name.

“Change into your smallest form,” Logan ordered.

Fuck you.

Logan got right up in the tiger’s face. “You’re a danger to yourself and everyone around you right now. If you don’t change yourself, I will do it for you.”

With no coherent response forthcoming, Logan thrust her hand into the tiger’s fur, the heat of her power searing over the shifter beneath me. Her form melted away until something like a golden striped tabby lay beneath us. Logan snatched her up by the scruff and walked to the nearest exit.

I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere alone when I had no idea what she had done and if the tiger would be stuck in that form. If she shifted while Logan was alone with her… I shook myself as I charged after them, the nest occupants parting like the Red Sea.

What the hell are you doing?I asked in Logan’s head.

“What she needs.”

The cat yowled, but Logan kept a firm grip on the scruff and did some weird hold with the bottom half to stretch those little chicken legs straight out.

Once outside, Logan planted all four of those paws into the grass but kept her hold. “Okay, you’re outside. I’m not letting go until you breathe for me.”

The cat tried to launch away a few times, but Logan’s eyes glowed brighter and the cat stilled.

I settled in to watch at a safe distance, letting her work whatever magic she thought was necessary to get the situation under control.

“I know everything is scary,” Logan said softly. “I know you hate being cooped up. Everything you’re feeling is valid, but you can’t hurt people because of that.”

She stroked down the cat’s little body, a smooth and steady rhythm that made me envious. My whole form ached from blocking blows, but I could deal with that later. Watching Logan break down the tiger’s defenses was fascinating as hell. So many of us resisted being treated like animals, but our systems were designed the exact same way. All of us loved to be touched, and a gentle caress regulated the nervous system just as well for shifters as it did for humans and regular animals. Maybe we needed to initiate some cuddle piles to chill everyone out if they didn’t have a partner to cuddle.

Bit by bit, the tiger surrendered until Logan had gathered her into her lap. “There, see? How are you feeling?”

I wasn’t privy to the response, but Logan’s reply made it clear enough.

“Good. Are you hurt? Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll head in to see the doctor once you’re fully settled.”

I gave them a few more moments to cuddle before I hauled myself up and walked toward them.You need medical attention.

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