Chapter Ten
Surrendering wasn’t in my nature, but I was outnumbered. Besides, I knew these shifters wouldn’t kill me. At least I didn’t think they would.
Jaguars were predators. But Balam, jaguar shifters, didn’t hunt humans for food or sport. I’m sure I didn’t smell human. Skully had told me once that I smelled like a shifter who’d taken too many baths. She’d said there was a clean smell about me that made her wrinkle her nose.
My assumption was that these shifters would take me to the destination I’d planned to head to next: Ixpanpajul National Park. Which would be better than walking there. Or calling Skully and waiting for her to come and pick me up.
I watched as one Balam shifted to human form while his brother stayed in his animal form and kept guard. The shifting process was a m
