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appeared at his side.
    York bit back his growl and cursed under his breath as vehicles began honking incessantly at his hulking form as it blocked traffic. 
    “Shit,” he muttered and stepped back just as a bus passed.  He used the cover to race back across the street before turning to watch the men who were gathered outside Shy’s building.  The wind picked up and as the men talked; his nose caught a familiar scent that had his hackles rising and a feral growl leaving his lips.  Megalya!  Were they after his Shy again?
    As if sensing him, the Megalya turned.  The hulking form hidden in a dark trench coat looked out of place in the stifling heat of the archipelago.  His bald head was a pasty white and practically glowed.  The beast lifted hands tipped with pointed nails and removed its dark glasses.  Fully black, beady eyes locked on York as the creature tilted its head to the side, curled back its upper lip and opened its mouth in a silent snarl revealing rows of shark like teeth.
    York’s hands curled into white-knuckled fists.  KILL! 
    The instinctual command was instantaneous.  Skin Walkers had few natural enemies, but Megalya topped them all.  Killers, the Megalya hunted Skin Walkers, decapitated them, and drained their blood in an attempt to glean Walker shifting abilities.  A Walker’s halo—intended solely for his mate, his Angel, was taken by the Megalya and carried as a trophy.
    The Megalya snarling at York now, using his clawed hand to pull back the side of his coat, revealing the unmistakable glint of a half-dozen halos that dangled from the creature’s belt.  Even from the distance that separated them, York could tell that the halos were small.  The “trophies” the Megalya boasted were from women and children.  Coward !
    York loosed a feral growl and took a step off the curb before the slight man beside the Megalya drew York’s attention.  His hand snagged on the Megalya’s forearm, earning the man a sneer from the Megalya before he pointed to the building.
    Shy!  
    Nothing was sweeter than vengeance, but York’s need to protect his mate kept him from seeking it.  He stepped back into the thick foliage that lined the curb and squatted until he was swallowed by the thick growth.  It took him only a moment to shift , and then he was flapping the wings of his Philippine Eagle form.  He’d studied the animals of the land before traveling, knowing that if he’d need to shift, he’d better find a form that wouldn’t stand out.
    It took only seconds to clear the height of the building, and he did so unnoticed.  He circled the rooftop, ensuring it was empty before he sailed low and shifted.  His feet skidded on the graveled rooftop before sliding to a halt.  He didn’t miss a beat as he stomped toward the lone door on the roof.  He had to get to Shy.  The appearance of the Megalya was no coincidence.  They were hunting his mate, and York would die before he’d ever let them get their hands on her again.
    The roof top door was locked, but it merely slowed the Walker a fraction as he twisted hard, breaking the handle and using a knee to force the door in.  The second he was inside, he partially shifted, letting his bear lead his nose.  He needed to find Shy fast!
    He left the top floor and halted on the next one.  His nostrils flared once before he picked up her scent.  It was Shy, but … different.  Not afforded the luxury of time, he opted to sort out her scent once he had the opportunity. 
    Quickly, he followed the scent , and it brought him to a door.  He listened, but heard nothing.  He considered knocking then quickly discarded the idea.  She’d understand the urgency once he explained the Megalya were here.
    One large hand gripped the door knob and twisted hard.  He heard the ping of metal before he shoved his shoulder into the door ,  quietly forcing his way into the room.  Stepping inside, he braced for Leto’s attack.  Prepared to defend himself