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jaguar glanced at his two men. “Step outside. I need to question her in private,” he said. “In fact go take a walk.”
                    Her heart hammered in her chest. This couldn’t be good.
                    The men exchanged looks with each other, and she could see their reluctance.  They’d grimaced every time he hit her.  They didn’t like what he was doing, but they couldn’t disobey the orders of a superior.
                    They glanced at him, murmured their assent and walked out. 
                    He waited a minute after they left, then leaned close to her. “Don’t want to talk, huh? That’s fine, I knew you wouldn’t. “
                    Then his face rippled and his jaw elongated.  Black fur shot from his skin.  His fangs curved down and his eyes turned a monstrous yellow.
                    He was shifting. Why was he shifting? If he shifted, he couldn’t talk. He couldn’t question her.
                    He sank to all fours and crouched low.  He lunged, and swiped at her, and she flinched and closed her eyes, bracing for the brutal rake of claws. Instead he smacked the side of her head with his paw.  A cat toying with his prey.
                    He was going to kill her, she realized, panic choking her.
                    What the hell? She knew for a fact that Khaliji didn’t have the death penalty. Life in prison, yes, but no death penalty. And she hadn’t even been formally charged yet.
                  He crouched over her, and a low growl rumbled up from his throat. Saliva dripped from his jaws, splashing on to her chest.
                    Panicked, she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Help me! He’s going to kill me!” She knew it was hopeless. Even if any of the hotel’s guests heard her, they wouldn’t come to her aid, would they? And what could they even do? This was the island’s police – if he couldn’t kill her here, he’d just take her somewhere else and kill her.
                    To her surprise, she heard footsteps thudding down the hall. The jaguar swung around with a snarl.
                    There was a kick, and the door flew open.
                    Tyler ran through the door.  He shifted into wolf form as he ran, and flew through the air, knocking the jaguar off the bed. They both tumbled to the floor with a crash, and there were snarls of fury.  She twisted and craned her neck to see what was happening.
                    The jaguar swiped Tyler’s side, raking open his flank and drawing blood.  She cried out at the sight of it, feeling the ghost of his wounds as if they were her own. 
                    Tyler twisted around, seized the jaguar’s throat, and ripped it wide open.
                    Gwenneth swallowed a shriek of panic as Tyler quickly shifted back into human form. He was stark naked, the shreds of his clothing scattered on the floor around him.   He quickly pulled on a pair of pants and a T-shirt, stuck his feet into a pair of loafers, and fished a key out of his pocket.
                    Then he used the key to uncuff Gwenneth from the bed.  She sat up, ears ringing, blood pouring from her lip.
                    Dark stains splotched his T-shirt.  “You’re bleeding,” she said, her vision swimming.
                    “Look who’s talking.” He grabbed a knapsack off the floor.
                    “Why did you come back?” She stood up and swayed, and her stomach lurched. Her head was pounding and the ringing in her ears made it hard to hear.
                    “Because I knew he was hinky.  No time to talk – we’ve got to get out of here, now,” he said. “When his buddies come back, every cop on the island is