The second the footsteps broke into a run, my wolf surged forward like a living storm inside me, bones snapping and shifting, claws tearing through my fingertips before I could even think about keeping it “subtle.”
The door burst open, rain slicing through the air, and there they were—Black Fang warriors, all steel and snarls, their red-marked armor gleaming under the flashes of lightning.
Marigold? She was in Margaux's mood.
She was leaning against the table, inspecting her nails like we weren’t seconds away from becoming very messy corpses.
“Any day now, Alpha,” she drawled without looking up. “Or should I pretend to faint first for dramatic effect?”
I didn’t bother answering. My wolf had taken over, muscle and fury stretching my body into something bigger, sharper, deadlier. The fi
