She remembered the joy of taking this other form and running with him. Sharing the forest paths with him. Of rubbing her muzzle along his great head in affection. They had shared a life together, one of intense love and compelling sexual attraction. She knew him in this form just as she knew him in their human form.

Rachael stopped suddenly, her heart pounding in terror. She was alone. Rio was not in her life and he could never be. Whatever life they may have shared in another time, another place, they couldn’t have it in this one. He couldn’t take this form and give up his human side as she had chosen to do. He had responsibilities. She knew him well enough to know he would never let his people down. Sorrow was a heavy burden and she felt it equally in both forms. She lay in the branches of a tall tree, far from his house, put her head on her paws and wept.

Rio listened politely to Kim, glancing every now and then toward the verandah. Rachael had moved away from the open door and he could no longer see her. She had looked so defeated, so unlike Rachael. He wanted to go to her, felt he needed to go to her, but Kim wanted to tell him of his father ‘s vision, stressing the importance of it, warning Rio that something was not right with the party searching the forest for medicinal plants.

“He knew the names of all the plants and their properties,” Kim explained, in his slow, deliberate way.

“My father does not know why he had such a vision when the man clearly knows the ways of the forest.”

Rio took a step toward the door, shifting slightly in an effort to try to see Rachael. “Many men come into the forest knowing its ways but not respecting them, Kim. It’s possible this man is one. Could he be a poacher, after fur or the elephants?” The more information he had the better to judge if more trouble was coming their way.

Kim followed his single step. “Perhaps. He had weapons enough.”

“Tama would never lead him this way, especially if the party is a group of poachers. The debt of honor would never extend that far.”

“No, but if he is more than a poacher, if his game is larger, if it is the woman or you, Tama won’t know until it’s too late.”

“Was there anything in the vision to make your father think either of us are in danger? If there was more to it, tell me, Kim.” Rio took another step toward the door. His heart was beginning to pound and his mouth went dry.

“My father was disturbed by what he saw, so much so that he sent me to you. He could not interpret the vision fully. He felt that there was much danger, but he didn’t know if it was to the man, to you or to the woman. He said I must come and let you know.”

“Thank you, Kim, tell your father he is much honored and I appreciate his warning and that I’ll heed it.”

It was far too quiet on the verandah. There was a sudden hush in the forest and then creatures began calling frantically. Rio stiffened, swore softly, eloquently, repeatedly. “She’s gone.” He uttered the two words to taste them. To make them real. Black anger swirled, rioted, destructive and mindless. He fought it back. “Rachael.” He said her name as a talisman, to help him think, to bring back intellect when he needed a cool brain.

“What is it, Rio?” Kim asked, taking a step back, recognizing danger when he saw it. When he felt it.

Rio’s face was a mask, his eyes glittering, and danger emanated from every pore.

“The Han Vol Dan. Damn it all to hell, she went through the Han Vol Dan. Her leg isn’t even healed yet. I told her not to do it, but she just has to do whatever the hell she wants whether it’s logical or not.”

He was furious. Absolutely, completely furious. It had nothing to do with fear for her, for her safety or her injured leg or that he might have lost her. Or that she might have left him. He clenched his fists hard, trying to keep the roaring from his head. “She isn’t safe in the forest by herself.”

Kim merely looked at him. “She has become her true self. She will know how to care for herself.”

“It isn’t that easy. We can’t stay in the form too long.” Rio stripped off the jeans he’d so hastily pulled on. “Thank you for the warning. Stay away from this man. If he’s who I think he may be, he’s very dangerous. Give your father my thanks. Good fortune to you, Kim.” He was being impolite with a man raised on tradition, ritual and above all else politeness, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered except to find Rachael and bring her back safely.

“And good hunting to you.” Kim looked away courteously as Rio leapt to the branches above, shifting as he did so, claws out for traction. He began to follow the sounds and silences of the forest. He knew every tree in his realm. He would find her. He had to find her. The burning black temper swirled in the leopard, making him doubly dangerous, so animals shifted out of his way, immediately sensing his mood.

He near ly flew across the trees, hurdling branches and shrubs. He stopped only to lift his face and scent the wind. There were no signs of humans in his territory, but that didn’t mean they weren’t coming. Tomas was bound to send a party in after him. He did it every so often, hoping to find his home. Poachers often came to the area, sweeping the forests of Malaysia, Borneo and Indochina for the sun bear, the leopards and elephants, even the rhinos, the most protected of their animals. And the research teams came, studying the rain forest. The environmentalists. The veterinarians who trailed the elephants and counted them. And the latest party of researchers who were probably not researchers at all. He moved stealthily through the forest, knowing from the chatter in the trees and sky, she wasn’t that far ahead of him.