The weeds he’d pulled would eventually grow back, but for now, the driveway was visible from half a mile away.
That meant he saw the second car parked behind Thomas’s long enough in advance to pull over.
His tires crunched against the loose shoulder as he yanked to a stop. Without taking his eyes off the shiny silver Lexus, he ripped the keys out of the ignition and tossed them beneath the passenger seat. His clothes came off next, a seam tearing on his shirt as he cast it aside. He didn’t care. The important thing was to make the shift. If this was Perry or one of his flunkies, he was no match in his human form. And he couldn’t allow anybody to threaten Thomas or Amy.
They were his. His family. His pack.
His mate.
Scrambling out of the passenger side, he barely made the scrub lining
