“What happened? What was that?” Panic bubbles in my throat and I could barely mutter the words. He was as tall as the pack house. Wolves can’t get that big. Fae can shapeshift? My thoughts were a mile a minute, filled with horrifying questions.
“Are you hurt?” Rhett shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“No. I don’t think so.” I stared down at myself, but my legs and hands were numb. How I managed to stand was beyond me. “Did you know he could do that?” I asked while staring at where Argonathe’s talons had been.
“I’ve seen it before. Going into battle. It’s his true form, when he’s at his most powerful. He must think this is serious.” Rhett's grip on my arm loosened, and I glanced at him. His eyes glazed over and he stared out into the woods, beyond the disarray.
“Rhett?” I grabbed
