The leader of the ragtag group of humans and wolves shifted. It was so fast that it took the witch’s breath away, even though she had suspected who it was all along.
Of course, it would be him.
“Samuel?” she asked tentatively. Of course, she knew it was him, but how could he have shifted with – with his clothes on? Was he now a Protean? She also noticed that only two other wolves had changed into human form. The other two growled at her, fangs out, remaining in their lupine forms. Bloodthirsty ones.
Melinoe reminded herself that Samuel thought of her as an enemy who might have tried to kill him. Suddenly, she felt vulnerable. How would two Proteans and one witch fare against seven men, in wolf or human forms?
She saw Samuel gesture at his group to stand down. He was going to approa
