Chapter 35
Fox instincts can sometimes kick in at the most inopportune of moments. Like now, when the SUV screeched to a halt and a shifter I’d never before set eyes on stepped forward to pull the hatchback aloft. He and his comrades pressed inward, their scent of fur and electricity invading the vehicle quite thoroughly despite their two-legged stature. And all I could do was struggle against the imperative to shift into fox form, wriggle through the merest sliver of elbow room, and make my escape.
Because I was trapped. Stuck in an unyielding metal box while surrounded by werewolves. I knew it was a bad idea to don my fur and show how different I was from the others, but somehow that knowledge felt distant and vague....
Then Gunner’s arm settled across my shoulders, his mere presence
