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Not all battles are fought with swords…
Kat’s world has changed dramatically. Her home is gone, her business destroyed, her confidence frayed. She’s used to dealing with problems (mostly by killing them), but trying to cope with her newfound siblings, mysterious enemies, and three yummy smelling men is a little too much even for Kat. It’s time to polish those claws and prepare to forge out a new life – with a little bit of murder, obviously.
The fourth book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series. A slow burn reverse harem where Kat won’t have to choose.
While I have read this whole series to date, I have not yet reviewed them all. I’m going to have to rectify that.
This is the fourth book in the series and let me say things are really heating up. With two of Kat’s sisters(clones) K4 and K5 showing up on her doorstep the M.E.O.W. crew are more than a little suspicious of them. The tow of them were created together and they are like twins, they complete each other’s sentences and thoughts, it’s a bit spooky. However the crew feels at the moment, then need to listen as K4 and Ivy(K5) have information about K2 and another pack lab.
What they have to say about K2 is not good but as always Kat hopes there is a way to help her after they get her out.
Since their house burned down, they are living in a wagon that was once owned by a circus. While sleeping with Ryker, Lennox and Gryphon usually isn’t a hardship, the close quarters and their need for her sends Kat running. She runs until she’s exhausted and falls asleep far from town. Ryker sends a kitten to find her and after waking Kat the kitten finds herself in a lot of trouble.
This is a favorite scene.
I follow her pitiful meows, away from the river and towards a small forest. Why the heck did the kitten even go here? It’s not the direct way to the town and definitely not a shortcut.
When I get closer, a new scent hits my nostrils. Wet dog. No, not dogs. Wolves. Like Lennox’s scent, but a lot more menacing. There are shifters out here and they’re not the nice kind. This is getting ever more intriguing. Judging from the scents, there are at least three werewolves out here. If they’re all the size of Lennox, that could be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, most wolf shifters are smaller than him and less powerful. There’s no way around it, anyway. The kitten is in danger and I’m the only one around to help it.
Why can’t people get themselves into trouble when I’m not nearby? That would be so much easier for me. Not for them, but still… sometimes I deserve to be selfish.
The forest gives me enough cover to slowly sneak up on the wolves. I was right, there are three of them, surrounding the little kitten. She’s got scratch wounds all over her little body, but they don’t seem deep enough to be life-threatening. They’re playing with her.
Anger fills me. I like torture as much as the next assassin, but I only do it to people who deserve it, not to innocent kittens. She’s got her paws above her head, shielding herself from the next attack.
I leap out of the foliage and land on one of the wolves, pinning him to the ground. By the time the other two realise what’s happening and turn towards me, I’ve already ripped out this one’s throat. Blood fills my mouth, hot and sweet. I freeze, realising I shouldn’t find it this… delicious. I shouldn’t want to drink my fill from his bleeding throat.
One of the other wolves, a dark grey one, pounces and I react by instinct, rolling onto my side, evading him easily. The other joins the fray and then we’re fighting, biting, clawing at each other. Every time I bite one of them, their blood joins that of the first in my mouth. I swallow it down, greedily drinking their life essence. The frenzy makes it hard to think, so I let my instincts free reign, fighting wild and dirty.
When one of them jumps into the air to attack me from above, I roll onto my back and extend my paws, slicing open his abdomen. Entrails rain down on me and all I can think of is how good they might taste. Hunger burns through me, a deep craving that won’t be controlled. The wolf’s body falls on top of me like a flying buffet. I open my jaws wide, catching whatever organs are tumbling towards me, but then the other wolf is there, his teeth sinking into my side.
I roar and roll to my feet, facing the ashen wolf who’s growling at me. In slow motion, I see his hind legs lower, readying for the jump, but I’m faster. Before he’s even left the ground, I’m on him, my claws racing across his back, my teeth at his neck. He’s dead before he can take another breath.
Alright, this has never happened before. I’m fast, but not that fast. The wound in my side is throbbing, but the pain is already lessening. As if I’m healing at record speed.
The kitten meows pitifully. She licks blood off her little paws before progressing to the wounds she can reach. She seems fine though. A little shaken, a little bit injured, but nothing dramatic.
I turn away from her to focus on the wolf corpses. They smell delicious. Sweet, raw, with an echo of life. I want to sink my teeth into their flesh and rip them apart, wolfing down the fresh meat. Drink their blood.
“Please don’t eat me.”
The kitten’s trembling words pull me from my frenzy.
I stare at her in shock. Blood is dripping from my fur, coating the inside of my mouth, filling my stomach. What the fuck have I done?
I stumble back, away from the corpses. Even though my head is slowly getting clearer, their scent is still tempting me. This is so much more potent than catnip. If the kitten weren’t watching me with wide eyes, I’d devour them all until only bones are left.
“I’m not going to eat you,” I mutter, retreating further. “How badly are you hurt?”
“I’ll be fine,” she says bravely, but her voice is weak.
I sigh and lower myself to the ground. “Climb on. I’ll carry you.”
She looks at me with fear reflecting in her large eyes. She’s afraid of me, one of her own. I’ve really messed up.
“Do it now or you’ll have to walk home,” I snap, more harshly than I want to.
With another cautious glance, she does as I said, climbing onto my back, her little claws pressing against my skin as she finds a secure spot to hold on to. I carefully get up, making sure she’s not about to slip. When I’m sure that she’s safe up there, I increase my pace, hurrying towards town. As much as I want more solitude to think about what just happened, I’ve got a kitten in need of help.
Skye MacKinnon. Hisss: Catnip Assassins – Book Four (Kindle Locations 301-338).
So now along with a new lab to find and infiltrate, we have a bunch of new wolves, not associated with the pack. First priority has to be the lab and getting K2 out of there. In the process perhaps they can get back some the research they lost as well.
Lots of action, suspense and plenty of sizzle too! I can’t wait to read Lick the next book coming soon I hope!
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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.
She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.
When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.