Chapter 40
A slower shifter couldn’t have pulled off the contortions necessary to shift, to slip away from the approaching bodyguards, and to yank paws through the handcuffs seconds before the restraints ratcheted shut around my thinner lupine wrists. But I wasn’t just any wolf. I was Ember-Wilder Young, daughter of a legend and newly minted hero in my own right. I was invincible.
So I tore into the hand one bodyguard extended toward me, then took advantage of his retreat to further analyze the scene. I was relatively certain the armed humans had emptied their entire clips into my brother, which meant no one here was relevant until one of the quaking pansies managed to reload.
On the other hand, Shepard was wily and mentally prepared for the existence of werewolves. Which meant he prese
