Chapter 26
My wolf stumbled as her foot caught on a sharp shard of seashell inches away from the vacationing family. “Oh!” exclaimed the wife, turning toward the sound. “Honey, I think...!”
As she spoke, she jerked away from my sudden presence and I certainly couldn’t blame her for retreating. I must have been a terrifying sight with spittle oozing wetly out of the corners of my mouth while a rumble of a growl rose up out of my chest.
Meanwhile, a red haze of bloodlust dimmed my vision, but I could still make out a terrified scuffling as the one-bodies attempted to flee. They weren’t fast enough, though. No, these weak two-leggers would never be able to outrun a wolf.
Vainly, I struggled against the compulsion that continued to barrel me forward. Because this wasn’t my wolf in charge.
