Finnian flew ahead of me, and judging by the musk coming off him, his wolf was seconds from exploding out of his very expensive suit. Unfortunately, that would create a serious problem, considering we were still in the middle of Midtown just a little past rush hour, and hundreds of people were streaming by us on the sidewalk. A human river parting around the strangers at my feet.
Zephyr’s mind-controlled minions? Could killers really come in harem pants and retro Steve Madden boots? Panicked, my gaze searched their hands and bodies for weapons, but all I saw were layers of beaded bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces with wolf and constellation pendants swinging at their throats.
Stay calm. Don’t you smell them?
I sniffed and a wave of pheromones filled me. They were shifters. Two males an
