Chapter 25
My mate reached around me to close the door, but I stilled him with a cautionary hand to his arm. “Wait.”
Because, now that the soldiers were gone, I realized my wolf had been trying to attract my attention for several long seconds. Relaxing my hold over our shared body, I allowed her to rear up inside my human skin and pluck at our senses with an animal’s keen instincts.
There was danger on the air. Not the smoky scent of a fuse that I’d been half expecting, and not the gunpowdery tang of human firearms either. Instead, our flaring nostrils took in fur and fangs and fury—the wild aroma of werewolves on the hunt.
In response, I took an instinctive step forward, straining my eyes against the night. And as I did so, the LED lights on my anklet began pulsing wildly once again.
