“What do you mean? What could possibly stop me from shifting. Nothing on earth has that power?” My wolf bristles in my mind, annoyed that anyone would dare.
“It exists now, my father has spent the last ten years working on the formula.” Lola looks at her hands.
“So the formula, what is it?” Michael asks, placing a hand on my shoulder reassuringly.
“It’s a liquid, he plans to inject you with it somehow” she says regretfully.
“Well, we just have to make sure that filthy rogue gets nowhere near our queen” Ben states angrily, staring at his mate. She visibly recoils from his dig at her also being a ‘filthy rogue’.
“How is it made?” Grayson asks, I glance up at him. He is looking at Lola but his eyes are slightly unfocused, indicating his mind is elsewhere, working a mile a minute.
“I do
