“I know,” she said, her voice sad and her arms tightening around the small creature. “He is terrified. I think that’s why he changed.”
Frustration tore through me, and I let out the tiniest growl. But, the werewolf in her arms lifted its head for the first time, and I could see the out-of-control wolf that lurked there as it fixed its gaze on me. I knew without a doubt what that tiny thing would do to me if I tried to take him from her.
“What Brennan’s trying to say is that children who change so early due to trauma can’t control the wolf. He is dangerous. He could have been the one to do this.”
Kiera looked between the two of us, and then she let out a snort of laughter. “First of all, he couldn’t have done this. Look at the claw marks, he’s a pup. There’s no chance. Second of all, you
