6
WYATT
The slow, quiet footsteps stopped in front of the bedroom’s door. The person inhaled deeply.
I jumped off the bed, quickly took off my shirt and pants, and transformed into a wolf. A moment later, Farrah was by my side, her hands up, her magic ready at her fingers.
A crackling sound came from the door as something spread over its surface. Ice.
“Who—?” I didn’t get to finish my sentence as the door flew open and a man stepped forward into the dark room. Who the f**k cared who it was? It was an intruder and that was all I needed to know.
I pounced on the man.
A blast of ice shot through the air. I was able to push my weight to the side and avoid being hit by one centimeter. But I landed right at the intruder’s feet. I bared my teeth.
“No!” Farrah shouted. She stepped in betwe
