Violetta
My wolf gave me exactly three seconds of warning, which was the only reason I'd managed to crouch down before the dark shadow bowled into me. We tumbled down the hill, and I landed with the wolf on top of me, claws slicing through my shoulder.
Someone shouted my name, but it wasn't any of my pack, despite being surrounded by them. They were all busy shifting as more wolves came out of the woods.
Emerson.
We'd followed the scent of chemicals straight to the densely wooded area between Emerson's territory and the town.
Even now, my nose told me that we still had a few miles to go before we found the explosive. As Emerson made his way down the hill, I doubted that someone was lagging with the explosive. It was a trap, set in motion by a witch who hadn't betrayed Emerson after al
