Derek's POV
My wolf goes f*****g ballistic the second I catch their scent properly. These things wearing werewolf faces – they smell wrong. Like someone took everything natural about us and ran it through a goddamn laboratory.
"Back off," I growl, stepping in front of Damon and Kira. My claws slide out without me thinking about it. "Whatever you freaks want, you're not getting it."
The silver-haired woman tilts her head like she's studying an insect. "Violence is inefficient, Derek Morrison."
She knows my name. Of course she f*****g knows my name.
"Lady, you have no idea how efficient my violence can be."
"Actually, I do." She gestures to her robot-wolf buddies, and they spread out in perfect formation. Too perfect. Like they practiced this s**t a thousand times. "Your combat statist
