Jax's POV
I snarled, throwing my head back. My bones cracked loudly, reshaping and snapping into new positions.
Muscles expanded rapidly, tearing through my shirt and jeans. Black fur erupted from every inch of my skin. Beside me, my men underwent the exact same transformation.
The first bullet lodged in my left arm pushed itself out, falling to the grass. The torn flesh closed and healed completely in seconds. My wolf took control, growling loudly inside my head for violence.
I stood on all fours. I was a massive beast, standing taller and wider than the other wolves in the pack. My fur was the darkest, thickest black. My claws dug deep into the damp soil.
I let out a loud howl.
I sprinted forward. The pack followed closely behind me. We tracked the tire marks and the strong scent
