“Keira, are you hurt?” With an obvious effort, she lifted her head to reveal her too-pale face and golden eyes dark with some inner torment. “Pantera,” she managed to rasp. “What?” “There was another human here with Sean,” she said, shivering as she struggled to share the memory that had clearly traumatized her. “And two Pantera.” Bayon frowned. “They were being held hostage?” She slowly shook her head. “No.” “They weren’t…” He grimaced. “Dead?” “They were alive,” she assured him. There was a pause before she managed to spit out the words. “And working for the humans.” Bayon sucked in a startled breath, his cat roaring in protest. For over fifty years the Pantera had been battling an unseen enemy, but never once had they considered the possibility that the rot might be coming from within the Wildlands. “Shit.” “It was the Pantera who overpowered me,” Keira said, her eyes as dull and bleak as when he’d first found her in the cage.
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