I’D POPPED UP CLOSER to the President than either of us felt comfortable with, which might be why the pregnant girl’s beast re-awoke. Or maybe she’d been struggling for footing the entire time my wolf and I were swimming. Either way, she surged up through me, lengthening my fingernails into claws.
Jim Kelter charged forward in a leaping, splashing surge of aggression even as my wolf grabbed the pregnant girl’s beast by the ruff. I returned to humanity with a jolt, teeth and claws raking the inside of my esophagus.
A blur of movement in the flashlight’s dim glow heralded Theta jumping atop the President to prevent him from overwhelming me. The two of them went under while I gasped against internal agony. Claw swore, released the supportive embrace he’d held me in, and stroked off to one s
