Caitlyn snorted. "I have news for you. All men are dogs." After the girls laughed, she continued, "You guys are too young to worry about boys."
Raquel stacked her dolls back together. "Uncle Carlos says we are the most precious girls on the planet. The future of our species depends on us."
Caitlyn winced. Carlos shouldn't be laying such a heavy burden on these children. She'd have a word with him.
"Teresa is supposed to marry Emiliano," Coco said.
"Teresa's only twelve," Caitlyn protested.
"Oh, it won't happen for a long, long time," Raquel assured her. "Like about five years."
Caitlyn grimaced. "Is Teresa okay with this?"
Raquel shrugged. "Emiliano's the only one she can marry."
"He likes her," Coco said. "He looks at her when we're eating lunch." She grinned at Raquel. "I saw Tiago looking at you."
Raquel snorted. "He has big ears. You can have him."
Coco chewed on her bottom lip. "Maybe we can share him."
"You can't share a husband!" Raquel crossed her arms and made a sound of disgust.
"Wait a minute!" Caitlyn stood. "You are way too young to be thinking about marriage."
Raquel scowled at her feet. "We have to save our species. Uncle Carlos said so."
Caitlyn groaned. "Uncle Carlos should be smacked upside the head."
Raquel and Coco giggled.
"I'd like to see that," Coco said.
"If anyone could smack him, it would be Caitlyn," Raquel added.
The two girls looked up at Caitlyn with admiration and hope in their eyes. Her heart expanded and her mind hardened with resolve. These girls deserved a childhood that was free of the heavy burden of saving their race. They'd already suffered enough. They needed to have choices in life. If she could help Carlos find more were-panthers, it would ease their burden. And it would enlarge the list of potential mates in their future.
"I need to talk to Emma." Caitlyn headed out the door. "I'll be back in a little while."
After ten minutes she located Emma and Angus in a security office on the ground floor. They were discussing something with Ian MacPhie.
"Are you ready to go back to the townhouse?" Emma asked.
"I'd like a word with you, if you don't mind." Caitlyn waited for Ian to leave the room, then launched into her proposal.
Angus and Emma looked surprised. When they didn't respond right away, she pressed on. "I have contacts at the embassies in Bangkok and Chiang Mai. I know the Thai language. I'm also familiar with the dialects used by the hill tribes where Carlos will be going."
Angus held up a hand to stop her. "I believe Carlos has already arranged for an interpreter."
"But can he trust a stranger?" Caitlyn asked.
"She has a point there," Emma murmured. "Didn't Carlos have trouble with his translator in Nicaragua?"
"She'd be invaluable as a translator, I grant you that." Angus gave Caitlyn a worried look. "But can ye manage a trek into the jungle?"
"We may not have to go into the jungle," Caitlyn said. "I have always attracted dogs and cats. They seek me out the same way Raquel and Coco did in the garden at Romatech. I believe if I was with Carlos, the were-panthers would come to us."
"How interesting." Emma perched on the edge of the desk.
"I visited a hill tribe before when I worked for the State Department," Caitlyn explained. "I think we could simply stay with the tribe and the were-panthers would find us. It would keep Carlos from wandering aimlessly about the jungle."
Angus rubbed his chin, considering. "Ye make a good case for yerself. How does Carlos feel about yer idea?"
Caitlyn shifted her weight. "Well, he - "
"He's against it for sure," Emma said. "He probably thinks it's too dangerous for you."
Caitlyn made a face. "He sorta mentioned that."
"It is too dangerous for you," Angus grumbled.
Emma rolled her eyes. "The men always say that. But if you think you can handle it, Caitlyn, I see no reason why you shouldn't go."
Caitlyn grinned. "Thank you."
"I just want to know why," Emma continued. "Why are you willing to do this? I realize you're attracted to Carlos, but he's doing this to find a mate."
"I know." Caitlyn sighed. "I know I might lose him. But I still want to help him. And I want to help the children."
Emma nodded. "All right. I say we let her go." She gave her husband a questioning look.
Angus hesitated. "Are ye sure ye want to do this, lass? It could be dangerous. At the least, 'twill be verra uncomfortable."
"I'm sure."
Angus nodded. "Then ye have my blessing. I'll tell Carlos of our decision."
After Carlos finished helping Fernando move into his new room in the west wing, he headed for the security office to talk to Angus.
"Carlos?" Teresa approached him in the main hallway. She appeared nervous, her teeth stained red from chewing her bottom lip, which was covered with a thick coat of lipstick. "Can I talk to you? In private?"
"Yes." His immediate worry was that one of the werewolf boys had developed a crush on her. The school had ten teenage werewolf boys living on campus, all training to become Alphas, and Teresa was the only girl close to their age. It didn't help matters that she was trying to look older. He wondered if he could manage to tell her to lay off the makeup without hurting her feelings.
He followed her into a room filled with tables and chairs and a television.
Teresa paced around the room. "This is the teachers' lounge, but it's empty now."
"I can see that." He watched her pace nervously for a while. Whatever was bothering her, she was having a hard time talking about it. "Have any of the boys been bothering you?"
"No." She clutched her hands together.
Another possibility occurred to Carlos. She might have started menstruating, which meant the time for her first transformation would be with the next full moon. "Are you close to the time for your first shifting?"
"I - I don't know. I don't think so." She took a deep breath. "I don't want you to go on your trip."
"Fernando will be here - "
"It's not that," she interrupted. "I don't want you to risk your life again just to find a mate."
Carlos sighed. "You know I need a mate. And you and the other girls need a were-panther woman who can guide you when the time comes for your first shifting."
Teresa lifted her chin. "I don't need anyone to help me. I can take care of myself. And I can take care of you. I want to be your mate."
Carlos stepped back in shock. The notion was so ludicrous, he nearly barked with laughter. Instead, he turned his back to her and cleared his throat. Merda! How could he tell her this was ridiculous without hurting her feelings?
He turned slowly, schooling his features. "It's kind of you to make such an offer, but I'm afraid you would leave Emiliano devastated."
"He'd get over it. He can have Raquel, and then Tiago can have Coco. You see, it works out perfectly."
Carlos edged toward the door and pushed it wide open. "Emiliano is perfect for you. He's sixteen - "
"He's a boy. He can't compare to you. He doesn't have the extra powers that you have."
"I wouldn't wish my extra powers on anyone. The cost was way too high."
Teresa stepped toward him. "I know how much it cost you. You suffered through all that in order to save us. This is the least I can do to pay you back."
"You don't owe me anything, Teresa."
"But I love you," she insisted.
He winced. "Hero worship is not love. You don't know about love yet. You're too young - "
"Don't tell me that!" she cried. "I saw my parents butchered and thrown on a fire to burn. I've been through more hell than other people twice my age."
Carlos's heart wrenched in his chest. He had a tough enough time dealing with the memories that haunted him daily. How on earth could these children handle it? "Menina, you're twelve years old. I'm twenty-eight. It can't happen."
Tears streamed down her face. "I only want to help. Don't hate me."
Merda. He'd completely bungled this. And now he was afraid to even hug the girl when she was crying. "I could never hate you. Do me a favor, okay? Take a seat and don't move."
She sat at one of the tables. "I'd do anything for you, Carlos."
He groaned inwardly and ran to the administrative office. Luckily, Toni and Ian were there. He explained things quickly, and Toni rushed off to comfort Teresa.
Carlos paced across the office. His expedition couldn't wait any longer. He needed to get away from Teresa. And Caitlyn. He turned to Ian. "Do you know where Angus is?"
"He's in the security office with his wife and Caitlyn Whelan."
Carlos stiffened. What was Caitlyn doing with them? A niggling suspicion tickled the back of his neck. She'd better not be doing what he thought. He rushed into the hall just as Angus exited the security office. "I need to talk to you."
"Good. I need to talk to you." Angus opened a door. "This conference room is empty. Come on in."
Chapter Seventeen
"No! She's not coming." Carlos paced around the conference table. Fear and rage stormed inside him, growing in intensity till his skin tingled with the desire to shift. But this wasn't a physical foe he could conquer. This was a deep anguish over the fear that he would cause Caitlyn's death.
Angus sat at the head of the table, calmly watching Carlos as he prowled about the room. "She has contacts. She knows the languages. Hell, she understands every language. Ye couldna ask for a better interpreter - "
"I know all the reasons," Carlos interrupted. "I've heard it before. She's still not going."
"Ye prefer to traipse about the jungle with no idea where the big cats are? She can draw the cats to you, lad."
She can draw me to her. "It's too dangerous for her."
"She says she can handle it."
"She can't! She may be mentally and emotionally strong, but physically, she's a powder puff."
"She's going," Angus said softly. "I'm paying for the expedition, so the decision is mine."
A flash of anger ripped free from Carlos's control. His arms shimmered a second, then his hands shifted into large black paws with sharp, lethal claws. He sucked in a deep breath and concentrated hard. Beads of sweat popped out on his brow, but he succeeded in changing his hands back to normal.
Angus sat forward, leaning on his elbows. "Ye can partially shift? I heard ye can shift without a full moon, too. Ye must be an Alpha?"
Carlos shook his head wearily. "That's a werewolf term. It's completely different for cats."
"How so?"
Carlos groaned. "It has nothing to do with my trip."
"I doona care. I want to know how it works for yer kind."
Carlos slumped into a chair. He really didn't want to talk about this, but he supposed his employer had the right to know. "Were-panthers start off at level one. They shift each month on the night of a full moon. That is the only time they shift."
Angus nodded. "Like Emiliano."
"Yes." Carlos rubbed his brow. "I'm at level three, so I have more power. I can shift whenever I like. I'm faster and stronger. And I can communicate telepathically while in feline form."
"Interesting. What did ye do to reach such a level?"
Carlos twisted his mouth into a wry smile. "It doesn't require a lot of training like the wolves do. It's quite simple, really. You only have to die."
Angus sat back. "Die?"
Carlos nodded. "I died twice saving the orphans. I'm on my third life. That tale about cats having nine lives is true for were-panthers."
Angus stared at him, dumbfounded. "Ye died? Twice?"
"I really don't like to think about it."
"But yer people were slaughtered. If ye can come back to life, why did they no' - "
"Their bodies were hacked into pieces and thrown into a fire." Carlos closed his eyes briefly, trying to chase away the memories. "There's no way to come back from that."
"I see. I'm sorry."
Carlos took a deep breath. "I have witnessed enough death. I cannot endanger Caitlyn."
"Lad, if ye stay with a hill tribe and let the cats come to you, then she should be reasonably safe."
"Danger from the jungle is one thing, but she's in danger from me. Don't you see what she's up to? She'll use this trip to...seduce me."
Angus's mouth twitched. "A fate worse than death."
"It would be."
"Why? Can ye no' restrain yerself?"
Carlos clenched his fists to keep his claws from springing out. "You don't understand how much I want her."
A glint of anger sparked in Angus's eyes. "Aye, I do. I understand verra well how a man can ache and long for a special woman. But if ye want Caitlyn so much, why are ye hunting elsewhere for a mate?"
"She's not a were-panther."
"So? Can ye no' bite her and make her one? That's how the werewolves do it."
Carlos jumped to his feet and paced around the table. "It's not that easy. Changing from one species to another causes a massive genetic shift. I've seen mortal men and women die, writhing in agony, unable to survive the transformation."