“That f*****g b***h,” I snarled, forcing Lucia to shift.
Pain tore through my body like a wildfire as my limbs snapped and rearranged.
Rusty was an understatement. That felt like my first shift, and the intensity left me breathless.
“Pull it out,” Luka growled through gritted teeth, his shimmering blue eyes locking with Lucia’s.
Lucia wasted no time, gripping the arrow and ripping it from his back. Blood splattered the light silver fur of our muzzle, and Luka screamed out in pain, falling onto his palms. The arrow clattered to the ground, coated in a thick layer of crimson and chunks of flesh.
‘Intruders on the North side. They have an archer,’ I mass linked and within seconds, Blue Ridge sirens blared. Thank f**k Reece had this place ready at any given moment.
Luka punched the
