It took both Dedari and Jacob to restrain Prest before he burst through the closed door. He snarled at them, his fangs savage, eyes red hot with killing rage.
It was Dedari who spoke to him, using the family's peculiar mental path that Jacob was slowly becoming familiar with. The order was velvet soft, soothing, a promise of protection for Amia. Prest took a calming breath and nodded his reluctant acquiescence, relaxing beneath the grip of the two hunters.
Jacob dissolved immediately, flowing beneath the door into the room as tiny molecules in the air. The three leopards were pacing restlessly, low warning growls rumbling deep in their throats. He tried to touch their minds but found chaos and anger, the mood dangerous to any that might enter the room.
Amia had deliberately buried herself deep within the body of the leopard she had assumed to prevent the one who sought her from telling her apart from the other two real specimens.
