Chapter 26
When I didn’t shift immediately, Carl shook me hard enough to rattle my bones together. The air turned electric as he growled out a more-than-verbal order. “Shift.”
Bastion and I hung onto our lupine natures by the skin of our teeth. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught a hint of movement as Arthur was flung into humanity.
Sweat rolled off the older man’s forehead and his fists clenched as he tried to regain his lupine arsenal. When that failed, Arthur bit out human words full of skinless ire. “What kind of wolf brings guns to a fur fight?”
Ah. So that’s why Bastion and Arthur had surrendered so rapidly.
Sun glinted off metal in the hands of Carl’s lackeys. Had they regained their guns before they started, taking turns running parts of the race two-legged? Or just left
