Angelo wasn’t sure about that, but he wasn’t going to be the one to point it out. Unfortunately, it looked like Clayne had chosen that particular moment to embrace the concept of tough love. Angelo shoved his M4 into Derek’s hand. On the other side of Ivy, Landon handed his weapon to Tanner. But before he and Landon could get between Tate and the two shifters, Carter interrupted.
“Guys. Hold up. I think I found Kendra.”
Angelo jerked around to see Carter pointing at something in the distance. But instead of Kendra, he caught sight of a petite woman with long, brown hair and the biggest, most expressive eyes he’d ever seen standing about a hundred feet away. All he could do was stare back. She was freaking supermodel material.
“That’s not Kendra,” Ivy said.
“I’m guessing she’s not a hybrid?” Landon whispered to his wife.
As if she heard them, the woman smiled. Angelo heard Carter groan behind him. He couldn’t blame the guy. The woman had one hell of a gorgeous smile. But what was a woman who looked like her doing out here?
“I don’t think so,” Ivy said softly. “But she’s wearing something that mostly masks her scent.”
“Just because she’s not a hybrid doesn’t mean she isn’t dangerous,” Clayne said, not even bothering to keep his voice low.
The woman’s smile broadened and she lifted her hand to make that universalfollowmegesture with her finger. Then she turned and gracefully half ran, half leaped a few steps before stopping to look over her shoulder at them with those enormous eyes of hers and crooked her finger again.
“That answers the question about what she is,” Clayne said. “She’s a shifter, for sure. And I think she wants us to follow her.”
Under other circumstances, Angelo would have willingly followed her anywhere. She might be gorgeous, but they were in enemy territory. “What if it’s a trick?”
“We’re only going to find out if we follow her,” Clayne said.
The woman gave them another smile, then bounded off again. This time, she took a half-dozen leaps, traveling a good seventy-five feet in a blink of an eye.
“Follow her? I don’t think we’re going to be able to keep up,” Landon said.
“I can,” Clayne said, and took off at a sprint.
Ivy glanced at Landon. “I’ll keep Clayne in sight. You keep me in sight. I’ll make sure not to lose you.”
Angelo still wasn’t sure chasing the freaking hottest-looking woman he’d ever seen outside of his best friend’s wife through the jungle on a whim was a good idea. But Ivy didn’t give them a chance to talk it over. One second she was there; the next they were all running after her.
Keeping everyone together at the same time, they maintained a defensive posture, and trying to stay with the much faster shifters was tough. With Carter’s cracked ribs and all their other injuries, they simply couldn’t move that fast. And the woman they were chasing was flat-out scary fast. Within a few minutes, it was damn near impossible for the others to keep a visual on Ivy.
Beside Angelo, Landon swore and ran faster.
“You two go,” Tanner shouted. “Get ahead of us and keep an eye on Ivy. I’ll make sure we catch up with you.”
Angelo hated splitting up the group, but Tanner was right. He took off with Landon without hesitation. Within sixty seconds, they made up enough ground that they could at least see Ivy and Clayne and the mystery woman they were following. Though Angelo got the feeling she could have left them in her dust if she wanted to. He’d seen several of the DCO’s shifters in action, but he’d never seen any of them run like her. Hell, she wasn’t even running most of the time. She was bounding and bouncing like a frigging gazelle. It was like she was playing with Clayne. Every time he got within twenty feet of her, she kicked into another gear and extended her lead. He could hear Clayne’s growls of frustration from where he was.
Up ahead, the woman disappeared from view. Angelo’s stomach knotted as Clayne followed her over the slight rise, Ivy right behind him. If someone was planning to ambush them, this was the place to do it.
He and Landon had been doing this kind of shit together for so long that they didn’t even have to tell each other to pick up speed; they both just instinctively did it. But when Angelo topped the hill a few minutes later, he skidded to a stop, which kept him from tumbling headlong down the sharp, rocky slope on the other side. A few feet to the right, Ivy and Clayne were crouched down behind several large boulders. The wolf shifter motioned for them to get down, too.
Without a word, he and Landon dropped and found cover while still moving carefully toward the two shifters.
“Where the hell is that human superball we were chasing?” Landon asked, breathing hard.
Clayne pointed to the right without taking his eyes off whatever he was looking at below, at the bottom of the slope.
Angelo looked in the direction Clayne had motioned, and gulped.Shit. There was nothing over there but jagged rocks and scrub trees covering the edge of a cliff that skirted the ridgeline above the valley. Below that was a steep drop of at least a hundred feet. The only path the woman could have taken from here would have required her to jump from rock to rock in order to reach the top of the cliff, where it merged once again with the jungle. There was no way she could have traversed that path in the mere seconds she had between disappearing from sight and him and Landon getting here. It was suicidal.
“She pointed us toward the bottom of the valley, then skipped away across those rocks like a frigging mountain goat,” Clayne growled. “I didn’t bother to follow.”
“No shit,” Angelo muttered.
Ivy laughed. “I think Clayne is just pissed that a woman he probably outweighs by a hundred and fifty pounds outran him.”
