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Chapter One

His only warning was the bone-rattling roar before several tons of enraged bear Shifter landed on hiuar forh the dust, and came up under the bear’s throat

The crowd—under the blaze of bonfires, work lights, and lantern flashlights—roared, Shifter throats open in howls of glee

Spike slashed upith his fangs, catching the loose skin under the bear’s chin, right above his Collar The bear scra his head to pry loose the wildcat clinging to his throat Spike wrapped all four huge jaguar paws around the bear’s neck and hung on, biting down enough to taste blood

Both the bear’s and Spike’s Collars were sparking wildly, thein to violence

Too late Way too late The beast in Spike wanted to tear into the bear’s jugular and gulp down his blood, pull off his head and kick it into theSpike would prove to all watchers that a wildcat could best a bear five ti, not being as big as a two-ton pickup

But the beast inside Spike would have to deal with it, because this was the fight club, and there were rules

Didn’tout of the bear Feel that, shithead

The crowd roared again, and also howled and snarled, because not everyone was in human form

Shifters pressed forward around the ring, some still dressed, some naked and ready to shift, some already anied the air, layers of excite with the sweat of the males

But most of all Spike sht he could best Spike, the chaht club

Spike bit down, tasting victory, but that was before the bear grabbed Spike in his formidable front paws and jerked him from his neck

That cost the bear, whose blood poured onto the dirt But the grizzly lifted the squir

Spike spun in ht inside the upended cinderblocks thatIf he’d landed outside, he’d have forfeited the match

Cats land on their feet, dick-brain

Spike didn’t wait to decide whether the ioing crazy, he launched himself at the bear

The grizzly, blood strea paws, but the bear was tiring Spike whipped his cat body around again, landing full force on the bear’s back He wrapped paws around the bear’s throat and began tearing open the wound he’d already begun