Chapter 22
Our enemies shifted in the open, not bothering to glance around in search of observers. They knew that their sheer presence as a living roadblock would halt our car’s forward momentum, and they didn’t care who caught sight of their super-human transformation in the process.
Electricity behind my back suggested that so many werewolves shifting in such a short amount of time had triggered Sinsa’s change of form as well. But Ginger and I remained resolutely human as several males stalked toward us along the sand-scoured road.
There were six enemies in total. All young. Seething with testosterone. Complete strangers.
But they recognized me...or so I assumed once the lead shifter made a beeline for my door rather than heading toward the driver’s side. He tapped on the thin sheet
