Chapter 23
“I’ll take care of this,” Gunner told me, his voice curt as he strode away to trail his hands across the heads of panting shifters. They were clearly in need of a pack leader’s attention, so I didn’t complain about the tone of his voice. Not when I had a pressing problem of my own to attend to—Kira standing hand-in-hand with our grandmother, both fully surrounded by a ring of men wielding swords.
These were the humans our grandmother had treated like puppies yesterday, but they didn’t appear particularly gentle at the moment. Instead, they held their weapons in exactly the proper manner. Loosely en garde and ready to slice into anyone who looked at their charges with the wrong gleam in their eye.
Despite their clear training, however, I approached without hesitation, stopping
