The human scent came from behind the outpost.
Wind pulled it around the stone wall in thin, broken strands.
Marcus caught it a heartbeat after Evelyn raised her muzzle.
Blood. Wet leather. Fear buried beneath the heavier stink of the predators.
Someone had watched them fight.
Evelyn shifted first.
Her wolf folded into human form beside the stone rise. She dressed without looking away from the rear wall.
Marcus forced his own transformation.
Pain ripped through his injured leg as bone and muscle changed. His knee hit the ground.
Evelyn reached him before he could stand.
One hand closed around his forearm. The other braced his waist.
“Inside.”
“The attacker is close.”
“So is your blood.”
Lucian shifted several paces away. The scratches down his side were shallow, but his shirt
