Chapter 6Nash couldn’t see anyone outside the kitchen window. Despite the daylight, his first thought had been Gilbert, but his brain was slowly catching up with him, telling him it couldn’t be Gilbert. He scanned the garden one more time—there was nothing out there, and there was nothing inside. He would have heard or smelled it if there was. How could he defend Arlo if he couldn’t see the threat?
Something else must be scaring him, and it was pushing his beast to the surface. The urge to kill, to protect, to stake a claim coursed through him, and he was blown away by the intensity of it.
His claws moved under the skin of his hands and he silently counted to ten. Morphing into a monster in Arlo’s tiny kitchen was not a good idea.
He didn’t know what was up with him, but he wanted to hu
