Chapter 1
Skye Knightly was knee-deep in shit. In fact it was way past her knees and sitting up near her ass.
And that was putting it mildly.
Only an idiot would be caught at night, alone in the jungle so far from base camp. What the hell had she been thinking?
She inhaled a ragged breath as she melted deeper into the thick stand of trees. Her heart was banging against her chest like a freaking jackhammer and Skye rested her forehead against a tall pine tree, her skin slick with the humid jungle air.
She was tired, hungry, and now she could add scared as hell to the list. She peered out into the thickening gloom, back toward where she had just come from.
She was pissed and had no one to blame but herself. She knew how dangerous things were. Especially now. But the damn cave had been incredible and she’d been so caught up in exploring and recording that she’d lost all track of time.
If Finn were here, he’d kick her ass. Hell, she’d kick her own ass if she could. Number one rule: always return before dark.
When Skye heard a snap echo from the dense grouping of trees, across the small clearing to her right, she stilled. Her breaths shot out in small staccato bursts as the fear inside of her burrowed its way deep into her heart.
She gritted her teeth as another sound followed the first. Bastards weren’t even trying to hide their presence, and she might very well pay the ultimate price for her stupidity.
She’d become aware that she was being followed soon after exiting the cave. Usually she didn’t have a problem losing trackers but these men had proven ruthless, which led her to believe they were not your average hired guns.
They were not looking for tourists to rob. They wanted something.
Her heart flipped over and she tried to calm her nerves. Were they jaguar?
Her razor-sharp eyes normally could pick out a target hundreds of feet away, but sadly, her raptorlike qualities only shone in the daylight. Her powers to shift and morph into her eagle form faded as soon as the first inky fingers of night crawled up from below the earth.
Such was the curse borne by all eagle knights. They could only function to the fullest of their abilities with the caress of heat on their backs and the kiss of sun on their faces. Unfair really, considering Skye’s many enemies had no such problems.
The jaguar, nocturnal creature that it was, could shift, hunt, and kill whether it be night or day, and the magicks, they could spell and charm whenever the fancy struck.
It was one of the reasons her people had been hunted to near extinction hundreds of years ago. She thought of the band of jaguar warriors that had until recently lived not too far from the archeological dig in Caracol.
They were a particularly vicious bunch.
She should know. They’d captured her and held her prisoner for several months. Skye bit her lip and tried to push back the rush of memories that always accompanied thoughts of the DaCosta jaguars. She broke out into a sweat and felt panic begin to take hold of her belly.
The DaCostas could never know that she’d survived the destruction of the compound, and subsequent battle, at the Mayan ruins in Caracol. If they had even the slightest inkling that an eagle knight was still messing about in the Belizean jungle, they would never stop looking for the portal. They would assume, correctly so, that the portal had been moved from its original resting place in Mexico to a safe place here in the vast mountains of Belize.
Only her father had known the precise location. He’d been murdered while trying to carry out his final mission—to seal the portal forever—and with his passing the final resting place of the portal had vanished.
Hatred, thick and nasty, threatened to choke her airway as her thoughts slid to Cormac O’Hara, the man who’d killed her father. She felt the rage swell but quickly shoved all emotion aside. There was no time for that.
The Sorcerer would meet his fate one day. Michael Knightly was gone from this earth and Skye was determined to see Cormac follow.
Tears threatened as she slipped into the heavy thicket of trees. She would not fail her father or her people now. She was so close to the portal she could taste it. She had to find it before the DaCostas and O’Hara got their hands on it. The bastards were now in league with each other, and she felt the noose of their evil tightening around her, each and every day.
She swallowed back bitter tears and feasted on the anger that lay inside. To fail would mean that her father’s death had been in vain.
And that, simply, was not an option.
Silently she began to move deeper into the cool cover of pine trees, her breath held tightly as two men appeared in the small clearing a mere twenty paces from her. They were both tall, heavily muscled, and carried deadly weapons that even now were circling about.
Looking for her.
The taller of the two stopped short and his nostrils quivered excitedly. “She’s here. I can smell her.”
A lump of panic fell from her throat to land heavily in her gut. Skye held on with gritty determination as her mind frantically worked out plausible scenarios. Hopefully, ones that didn’t end with her butt being served up on a platter to the two hard-bodied mercenaries.
The second soldier dropped to his knees and studied the ground she’d trod upon only minutes earlier. His head snapped up and she shrank behind a large tree. His eyes seemed to glow an eerie bluish yellow and her senses roared to life as adrenaline flooded her veins.
Both of them were dressed head to toe in black and she could just make out the beginnings of an intricate tattoo along the left side of the neck of the one closest to her. Skye bit her lip as the fear deep in her gut began to surface. The man’s eyes continued to search along the path she’d taken and his mouth split into a grin, one that somehow didn’t creep into his eyes.
He was jaguar—of that th
ere was no mistake—and probably one of the DaCostas.
Fuck. This was worse than she’d first thought.
She eased her feet away from the tree trunk, and she dared not move her eyes from the clearing as she continued to disappear deeper into the interior. Slowly she adjusted the satchel that hung from around her neck. She might not be able to shift and fly out of this situation, but she was gifted with extraordinary speed, strength, and stamina.
Skye inhaled deeply, turned to the left and bolted up a steep incline with all the speed she could muster.
Dark laughter followed behind and she swore as one of the hunters’ words drifted on the air to mock her.
“Run little bird, it only makes the hunt that much more interesting.”
She ignored the taunt even as the import of his words washed over her. They knew what she was!
Panic, fear, and anger mingled together until they became a tight knot of pain that encircled her gut. She ignored it and mentally fought for the ice-cold calm that she knew resided deep within her psyche. Her body answered the call and she welcomed the ruthless strength that flooded her body.
Everything faded away. She was aware of her heartbeat and she visualized the muscle, encouraging it, cajoling more energy as her lungs expanded. Her legs became a blur as she sped through the verdant jungle, leaping over dead logs and vast arrays of flora, almost flying, so fast was her body moving.
A loud roar colored the night and she stumbled as it echoed into the quiet blackness that surrounded her. Up ahead, mist began to pour over her and the thunder of a waterfall became crystal clear as she sped toward it.
The entire area was awash with waterfalls, caves, grottos … it’s what made the Maya Mountains so incredible. But they were dangerous and she continued along, picking up speed as she ran toward the deafening sound.
Skye knew it was her only chance to survive.