The sound of splintering wood echoed through the cottage as whatever had broken through the front window began systematically destroying the living room. I could hear furniture being overturned, glass shattering, and underneath it all, a low growling that definitely wasn't werewolf.
"Basement," Sage whispered urgently, but I shook my head.
"No more running," I said, silver fire dancing along my arms. "I'm tired of being hunted."
Dante moved to stand beside me, his eyes already glowing with the golden light of his wolf. "How many?"
I closed my eyes, extending my senses the way Sage had taught me years ago for healing work. But instead of searching for injuries, I was looking for threats. The silver fire inside me responded eagerly, painting a magical map of the cottage in my mind.
"Thr
