Chapter 8
Despite dark glares from my former enemies, the wolves I landed amidst didn’t tear into me. Instead, they glanced once at Gunner, his verbal claim sufficient to mark me as ineligible for use as lunch meat. Then they shifted in tandem, revealing long scratches up their backs and shoulders that looked far more like the effects of human nails than like any wound I might have inflicted during the battle that came before.
I didn’t have long to puzzle over that inconsistency however. Because the werewolves I’d spent the last three months sharing a house with had risen to human feet at the same moment, stepping forward to take up where Ransom’s underlings had left off. Allen, Crow, and Tank had always treated me and Kira with gentlemanly deference back at the Atwood mansion. Now, thou
