Chapter 31
Something about Gunner’s command unstuck my feet and allowed me to slip out of the SUV without waiting for my companions to follow. But electricity pulsing against my skin promised werewolves were fast on my heels as I turned into the first of several alleys too narrow for a vehicle to traverse. I’d have little time to cover up any fox-related lapses before the quartet reached my sister’s side....
And, in the end, Gunner’s proximity turned out to be an asset rather than a hindrance. Because as I barreled around a corner without bothering to scout for danger, a growling werewolf stepped directly into my path. His distinctive scent of strawberries and asphalt was entirely unfamiliar, suggesting he wasn’t one of the dozen or so shifters I’d smelled within Gunner’s compound. Meanw
