It takes only less than five minutes for uncle Matt and I to be surrounded by over 10 Omegas, walking in circles around us. Their eyes glowing blue as they shift also. Their claws lengthen, their facial muscles contracts, and furs begin to sprout all over their faces. . .
“I see what is going on here,” the voice speaks again, and even before I can figure out what is really going on, I begin to here the faint cry of a girl who sounds really afraid.
“Lynn?” I call underneath my breath as I recognize Lynn's voice. Oh no! What is really happening?
I cover my mouth as Lynn is pushed out to the floor from inside the car, and my eyes widen in shock as I see that she's bleeding from her neck. I see punctures from fangs, and my mind skips several beats. . .
Lynn is a pureblood, when a purebloo
