He looked around him wildly as he heard several footsteps running toward them. His sensitive hearing counted four assailants. Hammer identified two of them as shifters as they had very distinct scents. The other two were normal humans.
He turned to Charlie quickly. There were very few places to hide. But he spotted the two enormous rocks right away.
Hammer grabbed her hand and pulled her into a rough embrace before pushing her backward. Hammer looked down at her, memorizing her face. Every line, every soft curve, every freckle, every dimple.
The footsteps were getting closer. The two shifters were cats of some kind. f**k.
Hammer f*****g hated cat shifters. No matter the type of cat. They were slimy and sneaky.
“Listen to me.” He swallowed, his voice thick. “Listen to me. Get in there
