Chapter 38
“Police! Drop your weapons. We’re coming in.”
Around me two-legged werewolves turned lupine as we hit pause on our own struggle. We might have been at each other’s throats a moment earlier, but now we were a single pack. United by the effort to hide our shifter nature from the human world.
Speaking of humans, Grace stepped out of the shadows, her appearance as perfect as if she hadn’t been hiding at the edge of a werewolf brawl for the last who knew how long. “And...cut!” She held a phone at shoulder level, filming the c*****e. Was that her angle? Trying to suggest this was all a movie?
The cops sidling through the door while holding guns at shoulder-level didn’t look convinced. Still, Grace didn’t turn toward them immediately. Instead, she pierced me with a gaze that spoke
