"Shut your mouth." Damian's roar split the room. His claws snapped free, his eyes flared a deadly dark gold, and his dominance flooded the space.
Ronald shrank, then lunged the last step to the furnace. "Or what?" he screamed, a cornered, rabid dog, and as Damian and Darius surged he thrust the glowing vial toward me. "Touch me and I drop it. This is the most concentrated dose of what's already inside her. The glass breaks, the vapor takes the air, and what's left of her mongrel wolf goes dark forever."
Damian and Darius froze mid stride.
Damon began to move, low and smooth, reaching for the negotiator's voice that had never failed him. But I heard the faint tremor under it. Ronald's threat had made them afraid.
Pleased with himself, he edged toward the exit, ampoule held high, keeping
