My wolf instincts took over before my human mind could process the danger. In a single fluid movement, I seized the snake behind its head, my fingers transforming just enough to extend my claws. The viper writhed frantically, but its strength was nothing compared to mine. With a savage twist, I tore the creature apart, venom dripping harmlessly onto the hardwood floor.
My heart pounded as I scanned the room for further threats, the torn photograph forgotten. The house remained quiet except for the steady breathing of my security detail outside and Betty's peaceful slumber upstairs. I forced myself to calm down, retreating from the edge of shifting. The last thing I needed was to lose control.
I texted Maxwell about the intrusion while cleaning up the evidence. By morning, we'd need to co
