THE LAST PERSON HE expected to find there was his mother. Especially not in her human form.
She’d nearly not survived her mate’s sudden death, sinking into a depression from which Ghian and his siblings had thought she’d not recover. But the elders and shaman had fought hard to keep her afloat, demanding that she remember her children, her tribe, herself.
Being a jaguar was the best compromise they’d found between her needs and theirs. She hunted for the pack and she was there when Ghian, Erea or Telez needed physical comfort or a listening ear. Sometimes she’d come to them with a mouth that could actually speak words, but she rarely had any to share.
It was better than the alternative, but it was also worse. It had been ten years since he’d lost his dad and while there were moments whe
