de La Vega Cats: BENEATH THE SKIN by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2012, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Samhain Publishing
Releasing in digital formats April 3
She really couldn’t believe she was jogging. She hated jogging. But her physical therapist had suggested it as another way to build endurance so she was doing it, and sweating like a pig shifter.
That made her laugh, which was good because it meant she had enough breath not to pass out. She kept running, glad for all the paths around town so she could keep up some variety. She had an audiobook in her iPod but for right then she’d switched to Florence + the Machine. Each drumbeat kept her feet pounding the pavement. Her thigh had mostly healed and she thanked her shifter blood for that. But it had been slower going than it would have been before the attack.
She picked up her pace and ignored the twinges. It was unacceptable that she not be back to one hundred percent. Unacceptable that those assholes who’d nearly killed her might limit her choices any more than they already had.
Her shoes connected with the path, boom, boom, boom, like her heart. The rhythm lulling her.
Up the trail she kept track of the people on bikes coming in the opposite direction and got over, not wanting to cause a crash. Boom, boom, boom. She kept running, but they kept edging into her space until she realized it wasn’t just drift, but purposeful.
The cottony place she’d been in as she ran fell away. Her senses sharpened as she took everything all around her in. How fast they moved, the looks on their faces, the lack of others on the trail.
And despite her training, despite the fact that she’d been under threat and was on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary, it was still unreal.
Like an ugly dream as reality pulled away from her shores and she watched as a weapon was pulled and aimed in her direction. She hit the ground and rolled to the right, toward a stand of bushes that would hopefully give her some cover.