The Panther's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Angela Foxxe Page B
Authors: Angela Foxxe
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that she was utterly alone right now. There were no lions watching her back and she had just abandoned Kheem.
“Help!” Josie screamed, refusing to let the man that she loved die alone.
Whether it was others that came to her aid in the form of Shifters or common people, she was going to get the help they needed. She couldn’t let Kheem die alone. Screaming again and again, she watched as a few lights turned on, but as she made her way along the path, she eventually realized that it was too late.
She looked back toward their bungalow and saw that there was no one there. There were no figures and there were no shadows in the darkness. Kheem and the others were gone. “Kheem!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “Kheem? Where are you?” She shouted again and again as Ony began to cry. His little voice wailing was enough to make her feel like a coward, alone and abandoned. How could she turn her back on him? She had been a fool.
She knew she couldn’t have just left Ony on the ground as she went to war with Alizea. She had to get him out of there. It was her duty as his mother and this was everything that they were fighting for. If she didn’t get Ony to safety and they harmed him or took him with them, then she was going to be in serious trouble. She turned back toward the bungalow and decided that whatever King Ronald had done, whether his agents were simply lax or if he had betrayed them, she was on her own. She stormed down the path, heading straight for the bungalow.
When she arrived, Sipho was getting up, whimpering in pain as he tried to stand, clutching the frame of the door and trying his hardest to keep in control of his body. He was bleeding badly, but not badly enough as Josie approached him. Holding Ony in her arm, away from Sipho, she used her other hand to grip his throat and constricted her hand as hard as she could around his wind pipe, threatening to end him right there for what he’d done.
“Where is Kheem?” She demanded from him. Sipho gurgled against her vice-like e grip and she squeezed harder against him. She wasn’t in the mood to play any games. She wanted answers and she wasn’t going to play any games with Sipho right now. If she had to kill him to make a point, she would do so gladly. “Where is he, Sipho?” She demanded.
“They took him,” Sipho choked out miserably. “They took him away. They beat him pretty badly. It looks like your boyfriend is about as tough as the rest of his clan was.”
Josie squeezed harder and felt the rage rising up inside of her. No, she couldn’t transform here. She couldn’t turn when she had Ony with her. She would have to wait until Karen or someone else had him. If she turned with him, she would definitely kill Sipho, but she might also harm Ony in the process. It was too great of a risk for her to take. No, she would just have to wait. But, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t teach Sipho a lesson on the way.
She slammed Sipho’s head in to the wall and heard a sickening crack as the drywall caved and Sipho groaned and wailed, collapsing on the floor and bleeding from a whole new spot. She didn’t feel anything for him. All she felt for him was hatred that came from the darkest part of her body. She wanted to see him suffer and she wanted to see him die. That was all she cared about right now. She wanted too much agony and so much horror for him. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do to the Jaguar Clan and the Hyena Clan now.
The truce was broken for good now. They had sparked the war and there was no going back. She was going to kill every last one of them if she had to. There was something about it that rose up inside of her blood. It was a matter of honor and pride inside of her. She was going to do whatever it took to put them in the ground. But, there was something inside of her that spoke from the logical side of her brain. It told her she probably wouldn’t be the one who was putting them down.
She was going to know
“Help!” Josie screamed, refusing to let the man that she loved die alone.
Whether it was others that came to her aid in the form of Shifters or common people, she was going to get the help they needed. She couldn’t let Kheem die alone. Screaming again and again, she watched as a few lights turned on, but as she made her way along the path, she eventually realized that it was too late.
She looked back toward their bungalow and saw that there was no one there. There were no figures and there were no shadows in the darkness. Kheem and the others were gone. “Kheem!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “Kheem? Where are you?” She shouted again and again as Ony began to cry. His little voice wailing was enough to make her feel like a coward, alone and abandoned. How could she turn her back on him? She had been a fool.
She knew she couldn’t have just left Ony on the ground as she went to war with Alizea. She had to get him out of there. It was her duty as his mother and this was everything that they were fighting for. If she didn’t get Ony to safety and they harmed him or took him with them, then she was going to be in serious trouble. She turned back toward the bungalow and decided that whatever King Ronald had done, whether his agents were simply lax or if he had betrayed them, she was on her own. She stormed down the path, heading straight for the bungalow.
When she arrived, Sipho was getting up, whimpering in pain as he tried to stand, clutching the frame of the door and trying his hardest to keep in control of his body. He was bleeding badly, but not badly enough as Josie approached him. Holding Ony in her arm, away from Sipho, she used her other hand to grip his throat and constricted her hand as hard as she could around his wind pipe, threatening to end him right there for what he’d done.
“Where is Kheem?” She demanded from him. Sipho gurgled against her vice-like e grip and she squeezed harder against him. She wasn’t in the mood to play any games. She wanted answers and she wasn’t going to play any games with Sipho right now. If she had to kill him to make a point, she would do so gladly. “Where is he, Sipho?” She demanded.
“They took him,” Sipho choked out miserably. “They took him away. They beat him pretty badly. It looks like your boyfriend is about as tough as the rest of his clan was.”
Josie squeezed harder and felt the rage rising up inside of her. No, she couldn’t transform here. She couldn’t turn when she had Ony with her. She would have to wait until Karen or someone else had him. If she turned with him, she would definitely kill Sipho, but she might also harm Ony in the process. It was too great of a risk for her to take. No, she would just have to wait. But, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t teach Sipho a lesson on the way.
She slammed Sipho’s head in to the wall and heard a sickening crack as the drywall caved and Sipho groaned and wailed, collapsing on the floor and bleeding from a whole new spot. She didn’t feel anything for him. All she felt for him was hatred that came from the darkest part of her body. She wanted to see him suffer and she wanted to see him die. That was all she cared about right now. She wanted too much agony and so much horror for him. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do to the Jaguar Clan and the Hyena Clan now.
The truce was broken for good now. They had sparked the war and there was no going back. She was going to kill every last one of them if she had to. There was something about it that rose up inside of her blood. It was a matter of honor and pride inside of her. She was going to do whatever it took to put them in the ground. But, there was something inside of her that spoke from the logical side of her brain. It told her she probably wouldn’t be the one who was putting them down.
She was going to know
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