An arm wrapped around her, tugging her close and holding her in place as she sobbed out her sorrow.
“It’s okay.” Chris’s voice. She’d known that anyway. His scent was a soothing smell that drowned out the blood overwhelming her nose. She couldn’t turn into him yet, but she could take comfort from his presence there.
She knew he’d shifted. Knew he’d handled two thirds of the bikers who had remained to attack. Most of which were severely injured. But that there was the difference between a She Bear and a Bear. The Bears were aggressive. Easy to rile, quick to piss off and make them snap into attack. But they kept a cool head during the shift.
She Bears were different. As the trigger to shift was founded on danger, on the fear of attack, when they did change forms, their reaction was bruta
