Their love knew no shape, no limit, no boundary. Until someone destroyed their trust.
Scientist Joshua Ames committed the unforgivable sin. He fell in love with his research subjects,
shapeshifters Cameron and Sara. Despite the taboo against humans mingling with shifters, Josh left his life
behind and moved into theirs without regret.
Then Sara disappeared.
When Josh and Cam finally find her, she is unconscious, emaciated and shackled. They thought the hard part
was living without her. But as soon as Sara wakes, they realize the hard part will be putting their lives
Sara barely remembers life with Cam and Josh. All she remembers is a monster, a shifter who wore Cam’s
face, who tortured and tested her for two long years. Without a home, conditioned to fear her own
abilities, Sara struggles to start over.
Solving the mystery behind Sara’s kidnapping is the key to her recovery, because whoever destroyed their
relationship is hunting her, intent on getting her back.
The truth could bring the three lovers peace—or send them spiraling apart.
Sara sat up against the headboard. Without looking away from Cam, she slowly shut her eyes and inhaled.
"That's good," Josh said.
"Now, we want to clear your mind. When you exhale, focus on how you feel when you breathe, what your lungs
are doing. With your next breath, just focus on how it feels to inhale."
Cam's voice sounded softer with her eyes closed, like the caress of a warm summer wind. Following his
instruction was frighteningly simple, and when she took in a second breath, she loosened the fingers she'd
had crushed around Josh's, the sensation of her chest rising and falling hypnotic.
He coaxed her through the breathing exercise for what could have been several minutes. His voice was
lulling, even soothing, and soon, she could feel Josh's breath begin to echo hers, like he was following
the same directions.
"Now I want you to think about the first form you ever shifted into. I want you to think about every
single detail. What did it feel like to shift? What did you look like? Recreate it."
It was a memory she had relived more than once. Josh had been fascinated by the stories of her childhood,
and even Cam had been amused and more than a little impressed when he heard how early she'd done her first
She was two, and the world was a loud place, with laughter and the television blaring in the background
and her father playing Santana's `Abraxas' over and over and over again. And there was Tofu curled up under
the coffee table, her long black tail swishing around the wooden legs.
It was easy to crawl over, easy not to get stopped, not so easy to actually catch the cat's tail before
Tofu woke up and leapt out of the way, jumping to the window ledge and glaring down at Sara with narrowed
eyes. Her mother went out into the kitchen, and her father trailed afterward, and all Sara could see was
the cat's black tail, sweeping along the wall beneath the ledge.
The weight of Josh's arm disappeared, and the mattress moved beneath her bottom. It took Sara a moment to
realize that the bed hadn't shifted.
Sara immediately backed into Josh's body, trying to wedge herself in the space between his back and the bed.
"Sara." Cam's voice startled her, and she ducked against the pillows.
"Hey," Josh murmured, lifting her and repositioning her on the bed. "Be careful there."
"Sara, don't tense up and be frightened. You'll lose your concentration. Look."
Her nose quivered as Cam's distinct smell faded, replaced by the scent of another cat.
Opening her eyes felt odd this time, especially with her perspective unexpectedly altered. Josh's legs were
mountains in front of her, while on the chair sat a large ginger tom. With blue eyes.
Her tail flicked.
Cam only blinked.
She should have been terrified. Just because she couldn't see his face didn't mean she didn't know it was
Cam sitting there. And her captors had made him - the other him - shift in front of her all the time. That
was his whole purpose for being there, she'd reasoned.
However, they'd never had him shift into an everyday, normal housecat. This wasn't scary. She'd seen him,
fought him, even flown with him, in guises more dangerous than this one.
Her tail flicked again.
Cam dropped to his haunches, wiggled his back legs, and then sprang across to the foot of the bed. He
walked up Josh's legs, coming to a rest on Josh's stomach.
"Thanks, Cam. You weigh a ton," Josh said, but didn't push him away. From his perch, Cam looked down at
her and blinked. He chattered softly - a sound not quite a meow - then dropped his head to rub it against
Sara tilted her head. It looked appealing, especially when Josh lifted his hand to begin scratching Cam
behind the ears. But his lap looked small, and there would be no avoiding Cam if she attempted to get any
closer. There would be the warmth of their bodies, yes, but even as that called to her, it also raised an
iota of fear, and she began to back away, her paws awkward as she navigated the soft terrain.
The side of the bed came sooner than she anticipated. Her back paw met open air, and she tumbled over the
edge of the mattress.
By the time she hit the floor, she was back in her human form.
Josh was beside her in an instant, giving her his hand to help her to her feet. Cam the cat watched her
from the bed inquisitively. The serious look on his face was almost enough to make her smile; she had never
seen an expression like that on a cat before.
"What happened?" Josh asked. "Did you hurt yourself?"
"Only my ego." She rubbed at her bottom. "And maybe my ass. Falling off the bed is not my favorite way to
get rug burn."
"It's not mine either." He sat on the edge of the bed, and Cam immediately nudged his arm. "Did Cam
startle you?" To Sara's surprise, Josh scooped him up. Cam did not like to be handled when he shifted,
especially when he was so small. But Josh cradled him easily, rubbing his ears. "You have to admit, he's
not very scary like this."
He wasn't - hadn't been. And he was even less so now that she was five feet taller than him. "I lost my
concentration," she said. "I can probably do it again."
She sat on the floor, unwilling yet to go up onto the bed. There was no room for flight up there, at
least, not without falling on her ass again. It also brought her down to the level of Josh's lap and
Cam's steady eyes, and for a long minute, she gazed at him.
"You never used to like to be petted," she said to Cam.
He chattered again, his eyes drooping as Josh continued to stroke him. "He's not always a big fan of it,
but after you - when he shifted, we both ended up being pretty lonely. He didn't have anybody to shift with,
and I didn't want to just pretend there wasn't an animal roaming through the house. So, we gradually worked
out a compromise."
It wasn't a concept Sara was familiar with. She had always had shifters around her, always had somebody
she trusted to share it with, from her family all the way up to Cam. Until she'd been abducted, the notion
of being alone had been a foreign one, especially when she took another form.
Slowly, she stretched out an arm, fingers skimming over the ruff of Cam's neck. "I never thought about how
Cam was coping being alone," she confessed quietly. "Well, I did in the beginning. Before I stopped trying
to think of Delta."
Cam closed his eyes blissfully as they both petted him. "He wasn't entirely alone. I helped when I could.
People were constantly coming over, and they offered to help in any way they could, but he just sort of
shut down without you."
The coarse hair at her fingertips brought back other, stronger memories than the ones that had driven Sara
away. Nights spent under the desert moon, curled into the body heat of his chosen spiritual form, his
tongue rough against her skin when he would absentmindedly lick her. Or soaring high above the dry earth
only to come diving down at a breakneck speed to land on his outstretched wrist.
Cam had always said she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In any form.