“He didn’t grow a second skin,” Liam said. “He’s still in bed recovering.” And doing other things, with Carly, he’d heard through the walls, but Liam chose to keep that information to himself. If these concerned Shifters thought Tiger was already mating, who the hell knew what they’d do? “He did, though, expel the bullets from his body without trying, and the wounds closed up. But he’s weak and tired, not out tearing apart the world.”

“He’s dangerous,” Bowman said. “We don’t know what he is, or how those humans made him, or what he’ll do. Or what he’ll become.”

“I agree,” Liam said. He leaned back in his chair, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. “But he’s a nice guy. I’m not going to kill him.”

“No, but you need to put a Collar on him.” Bowman didn’t move, but his meaning was evident: Put a Collar on him, or we tell the humans and let them make the decision what to do.

“We talked about that, remember?” Liam said. “After I tried it. I thought the Collar was going to kill him—and he’d have killed me right then if I’d attempted it a second time. Tiger’s not like a normal Shifter. The Collar might hurt him beyond repair, or it might kill him. Or it might do nothing at all.”

“Yes, we talked about it,” another of the Shifter leaders said. “Then you decided to fake a Collar for him. How’s that working out for you?”

“It’s fine as long as we keep him contained.”

“But you didn’t keep him contained,” Bowman said. “Day before yesterday, he was in the house of a wealthy human man, tearing it up, then he went crazy in the hospital and had to have Shifter Bureau send in goons. I don’t even know what happened yesterday.”

“He and one of my trackers were run off the road,” Liam said. “A man who looked like a Shifter Bureau goon shot him, then walked away.”

“Walked away?” Bowman asked, curious.

“Didn’t stick around to see if he’d made the kill. I was wondering about that.”

Graham broke in. “Probably he figured no one could survive twenty bullets from a machine pistol in the back.”

Bowman shot Graham a look of irritation. “Bodyguards aren’t allowed to talk in Shifter council meetings.”

“Screw you,” Graham said clearly. “What council? You never invited me to these meetings when I was leader of my Shiftertown. Shifter leaders getting together to discuss things. That’s f**ked up.”

The Feline guarding Bowman leaned forward, slanting Graham a look of challenge. Graham laughed at him. “You want to try it with me? Bring it on, cat.”

The cheetah smiled and rubbed one hand over his arm tattoos. He showed his teeth, eyes turning golden yellow.

“Enough,” Bowman growled. “Can we stay on point? Liam, we need you to Collar the tiger. Keep him controlled and out of trouble.”

“I told you, the Collar might kill him. I can’t do that to another Shifter.”

“If you don’t, we will,” Bowman said, and about half the leaders nodded agreement. “He attracts too much human attention to our business. If he causes more trouble, humans will start poking around to see what’s going on, why he’s not being controlled, why he can’t be controlled. If they find the fake Collar, we’re all screwed. We can’t afford to have humans figuring out too much. Precarious times, Liam.”

Liam sat back, growing uncomfortable. Bowman had a point. Humans thought they had Shifters corralled and tamed. Tiger, uncontrolled, might bring human scrutiny too far into Shiftertowns, where the humans could find all kinds of things Shifters wanted to keep hidden.

“We also need to find out everything we can about this tiger,” Bowman went on. “Hack into the humans’ research, figure out what they were up to. They created him from scratch, but how? Who did they use? The more we know, the more we can contain this. And if the tiger needs to be eliminated . . .” Bowman’s gaze was all for Liam. “Then we eliminate him.”

Goddess, had Dylan had to put up with shite like this? Probably. Liam wished for his father’s strength, a little of his ruthlessness, and most of all, his penetrating stare, the one that could make all other Shifters back down in quiet terror.

The lion inside Liam began to growl, his hackles rising. “You aren’t leader of the leaders, Bowman. Tiger’s in my Shiftertown, and I’ll decide when he’s too much of a danger.”

“You feel sorry for him,” Bowman said. “I get that. But it’s clouding your judgment. He should have been taken out right after he was found. There’s no way he can adjust, and there are cubs to think about.”

“Tiger lives in my house with my cub, and he’s amazing with her,” Liam said. “Watches over her as well as I and her mum do. He’s protective, and the cubs like him.”

“You’d better hope your judgment isn’t misplaced,” Bowman said.

“And I am keeping an eye on him. Or I would be, if I weren’t being dragged out to sit in stinky back rooms in bars with a bunch of Shifters with their knickers in a twist.”

One of the other leaders stood up. “I say we put it to a vote. Liam puts a Collar on the tiger. If Liam can’t handle him, we take the tiger out. All in favor?”

“A vote?” Graham asked, incredulous. “I’ve seen everything now.”