Chapter 13I knocked the chair over in my rush to get away. Searching for an escape route, I ran through the kitchen and into the entrance, and I was bordering on hysteria by the time I wrenched the front door open. I was shrieking when I sprinted across the wide patio and ran down the stairs onto the gravel drive.
This was complete madness. There was a wolf in the Sheppard house. A wolf, for God's sake! Not just any wolf, this one had been Channing Sheppard just seconds before. Everything I'd been denying to myself was true, I'd seen it for myself, and it was terrifying. These people were werewolves. Rafe, Channing – probably every damn member of the Sheppard family was one. If I thought I was in mortal danger with the Ripper chasing me, how could it possibly be safer to stay in a house f
