Mated to the Raptor Pack

Three sets of claws found me before I finished screaming.

I'm Mia Reyes. Twenty-seven. Wildlife photographer. Short dark curls plastered to my neck with sweat, the camera strap still cutting a line into my shoulder. I was tracking a rare resplendent quetzal call through thick Costa Rican growth when the ground opened under my boots and dropped me into air so humid I could taste it, vines glowing faint at the edges like something alive.

Hiking shorts and a thin tank were all that made it through the fall. The tank was already damp and stuck to my skin when the three of them circled me in the half-light.

Kael leads. Lean muscle cut with old scars across his ribs ...