Magnus
Kairos’s claws tear up the forest floor as we run as fast as we can to the old treehouse. Memories of playing there as a pup with Bryant and Chance flash through my mind. Max always preferred to stay home and read while I was out with my friends getting dirty and raising hell. The forest thins slightly as the massive tree with the falling structure in its branches looms in front of us. As I stop and shift back into human form, a faint campfire scent hangs in the air. I find a stash of shorts and pull them on. Bryant, Chance, and Allen are right behind me.
“Naomi!” I shout as we run around the tree.
“Elena!” Chance yells.
“Looking for your mates,” Th masked man appears standing in the doorway of the treehouse. He is wearing all black from head to toe. He cackles and leaps off t
