Under a Shifter's Moon

The bright light from the strobe that circled periodically over
the main floor lit momentarily on a lone woman standing close to
the front entrance. Lyon’s senses went on instant alert. His sharp
sight narrowed in on her. From his vantage point above the crowd
he had a good look at her, and he let his thorough gaze take in every
thing about her. It was Ariel; he knew it. The certainty startled him
for a poignant moment, feeling as though someone had just sucker
punched him. Countless women in the club and he’d zeroed in on
her immediately?

His eyesight was sharper than most Shifters and he took
advantage of it now to study his fiancée. She was nicely curvy yet
slender, about five three if he was guessing right. Her long, thick
hair was a deep rich auburn that caught the lights of the room,
making it look like a soft red-gold cloud around her shoulders.
She was facing the direction of the stairs so he could see her
face clearly. His breath caught. She was incredibly beautiful; an oval
face, softly pink-tinged complexion, cupid-bow mouth, small nose.
Her long-lashed eyes were large and round. For some reason, her
eyes made him instantly think of a Persian cat’s eyes. He grinned at
the contradiction; he had the odd thought that her obvious spunk
would keep her from being as sweet natured as the Persian breed.
Even from his distance he could see the soft, dove-grey color.
They were the most fascinating eyes he’d ever seen on a woman.
A man could easily—willingly drown in their mysterious, sultry
depths. He could. He frowned at the disturbing thought. He let his
gaze roam over her one more time before coming back to rest on
her ethereal face. She wasn’t wearing makeup—or she was an expert
at making it appear that way—and the look was as much innocence
as it was sensual. The odd combination was fascinating and it
intrigued him like nothing else had in a long time. He watched her
gaze around the room. Her expression was neutral, but even from
this distance he could see her eyes mirror her nervous thoughts.
What would those expressive, lovely eyes reveal when her gaze first
met his? He was suddenly anxious to find out.

Lyon found his feet moving before he even had the actual
thought. He bounded down the stairs, sending a glance toward the
corner where Mason and Beau were talking to the coyote group.
His body was tight, his muscles tense and ready to allow his jaguar
self to emerge. But this time it wasn’t because of the anticipation of
a fight.

No, his jaguar soul had sighted prey. His prey. His.