Her shift had left her riding habits in tatters on the damp ground, and the guards’ horses backed away from her dark brown wolf form skittishly, their eyes wide with fear. Even Willow looked afraid of her for a change. Isobel didn’t wait to make sure Charles had done what she had asked and had taken Emma back to the stables. All she cared about right then was her mate, whose teeth were gritted in pain— the cut to his side must have been worse than Isobel originally thought.
Though James clearly had considerable skill as he blocked and sliced and swung with his sword, with two against one, it was no fair match. But Isobel was about to change that. With a furious snarl, she leaped at the man who was swinging his sword towards James’s exposed back. Warm blood hit her wolf’s tongue as she bi
