Grace
The first wolf hit the cave floor in a blur of gray and silver.
Kaleb met it halfway. The impact shook the earth, echoing through Grace’s bones. She pressed herself against the wall, arms over her head as rock dust rained from the ceiling. The sound—growl against growl, claws scraping stone—filled every inch of the narrow chamber.
Another body followed, sliding down the slope through the snow, jaws snapping. Kaleb spun, caught it by the throat, and flung it backward into the entrance. The crash of bone against rock made Grace flinch.
Rylan’s voice slid in after the sound, low and gleaming.
“Still protecting your pet, brother?”
Kaleb’s snarl answered him, the kind that didn’t belong to a man. His body stretched, fur rippling along his arms and shoulders until the wolf stood full
