MEGAN'S POV
Before I can react, he lunges.
I dodge to the side, grabbing his wrist and twisting it sharply. He shouts in pain, and the knife clatters to the floor.
But the other two are already moving.
The one with the bat swings at me, and I barely manage to duck, the wood whistling past my head.
I kick out, catching him in the knee, and he stumbles back with a curse. “Damn it!”
But there's no time to celebrate. The third one shifts mid-lunge, his bones cracking and reshaping as fur sprouts across his skin.
Within seconds, a massive black wolf is barreling toward me, teeth bared.
My wolf roars inside me, insisting to be let out.
‘Shift!’ she snarls. ‘Let me out! Now!’
But I hesitate because of the twins. They're right here and they'll see me shift.
They'll see the fight. The bl
