Chapter 33
Marina screamed and Rowan roared. The air reeked of fur. From us. From them. I blinked against the awfulness and found Lupe and Tank four-legged, holding the doorway against an unbeatable tide of wolves.
“Give me anything you want to keep, A-bear,” Ryder suggested, voice surprisingly calm as he brushed past me in human form. He grabbed a chair and slammed it against a window. When that didn’t work, he grunted and hoisted up the small but solid desk to repeat the move.
Ryder was right. The windows were our only way out. And Marina was already rising, with no puddle of salt left to throw at her....
So I joined my team mates. Tossed my jacket to Ryder then shifted. Dove at the fae with teeth bared.
Marina tasted foul. Like rotten fruit writhing with maggots. And I didn’t get t
