Chase
The moment Vladimir's foot crosses the borderline—a deep, primal fury surges through my veins.
My wolf roars to the surface.
Mine.
Before the vampire can even finish placing his weight on Red Moon territory, I move.
Fast.
Faster than human sight can follow.
My bones shatter and reform mid-stride as I shift. The familiar violent rush of the transformation ripping through my body. Skin split, muscles expanded, claws burst through my fingers as fur exploded across my back.
A heartbeat later, my massive black wolf smashes into the ground.
I launch straight at Vladimir. The impact sounds like a thunderclap. My jaw snaps toward his throat. But Vladimir is ancient. Fast.
He twists sideways at the last second, my teeth grazing his shoulder instead of his neck. We roll viole
