A c***k echoes outside, followed by a sharp scrape against the glass. Before I can react, something dark clings to the window, wings folded, claws extended, climbing as if gravity means nothing.
A gargoyle.
The window explodes inward. Shards slice the air. Killian shifts in an instant, muscles swelling, claws unsheathing, but the creature is faster than I imagined. It lunges, knocking the table aside, the lamp smashing against the wall. Dust and noise fill the room.
Killian intercepts, snarling, but the gargoyle twists and drives its claws into his shoulder. Blood sprays. The scent jolts me awake, my wolf surges forward.
Bones burn. Skin tingles. Claws rip through my hands. I leap, slashing its back. The gargoyle screeches, a sound that rattles my chest.
Pounding erupts at the door. R
