“No,”Keeland finally said,“he seems to think panthers are the only kind of shifters. He’s trying to convince me to work with him because I’m a veterinarian.”
Well, that didn’t make sense.“Keeland, if he wants to wipe shifters out, why would he need a medical doctor?”
Keeland’s snort came through their bond loud and clear.“To find better ways of killing them. Why else?”
* * * *
This guy was batshit crazy and if Dom didn’t get him out of here pretty soon, Keeland was going to clobber them both. He’d heard just about enough of the man’s insane ranting about shifters and what abominations they were.
“Now do you understand?”
Not in the least.
“So,” Keeland said, “you’re saying these…” Keeland squinted. “Did you say they were felines?”
“Yes,” Jarrod replied, “panthers.”
“Okay, so these panther shifters are trying to take over the world?”
“They're stronger than us, faster, able to see in the dark, smell better, hear better. They're essentially panthers of the wild when they're in shifted form.”
“Are they sentient?”
“They're animals!” Jarrod shouted.
Keeland blinked at the vehemence in Jarrod’s voice. He fully believed what he was saying, and Keeland doubted he could convince the man otherwise. He needed a different strategy.
“You said these things killed your father,” Keeland said. “How? What happened? How did your father even know about them? It’s not like this is common knowledge outside of Hollywood.”
“Oh, this isn't Hollywood, Doc, not by a long shot. These vile creatures are without mercy. They kill any and all who stand in their way.”
“And that’s what I don’t understand,” Keeland said. “Just what is their game? What are they after?”
“World domination.”
“You said something like that already, but how? I mean, it’s not like humans aren’t without their weapons.” Keeland waved a hand toward the two armed guards standing at the door. “Why can’t we use weapons like theirs to eliminate these shifters?”
“I saw my father shoot one of them point-blank. The shifter fell, but he got back up again.” Jarrod’s jaw clenched. “They killed him for that.”
Keeland huffed as he pushed a hand through his hair. The tension in the air rose swiftly. Jarrod was growing more frantic with each thing he said. Keeland had no doubt the man was close to losing it completely, and he really didn’t want to be around when that happened.
“I don’t know how I can be of help, Jarrod. I’m a vet. I work on cats and dogs, not panther shifters.”
“My father had friends, Doc. If we can get our hands on a shifter, these men have a way of killing them.”
Keeland was quite proud of himself. He didn’t throw up. “Like wipe them out en masse or one by one?”
“Hopefully, in large groups. There’s too many of them to kill them off one by one.”
“I still don’t see how I can help.”
“It’s very simple, Doc.” Jarrod held up a syringe of blue liquid. “We need you to infect them.”
Well, shit!
