In the car. Each splat landed with a dull thud. Sapphire didn't get a good look at who was on the other end of the attack. But she could hear—and would continue to hear—the squealing laughter of children. Older children.
"Fireee!" Charlie curled around her in a protective barrier, and she curled around him.
Her wolf growled, the sound resonating in her chest. She bit down on her mental chains, immobilizing the beast. Though the animal inside her wanted to spit, snarl, and attack, Sapphire closed the link, denying her wolf control, and held on. Her wolf would tear the teens apart with her rage and desperate need to assert dominance.
Gabb took the brunt of it, but some got past him and hit her. She has one in her hair. On her toes. Her right arm.
Despite the fact that she was not f
