When Bay and Dirk came around the corner of the house, they saw Reni standing beside Felan, shaking her head at something he was saying. The front yard was strewn with severely injured blood slaves—and three dead wolves, their heads almost torn from their bodies. To Dirk, it looked as if Felan must have gone into his wolf form to fight them, biting or clawing through their throats.
Reni looked over when she saw Dirk, saying, “Will you convince this i***t to get his ass inside so Nina can take care of his wounds.”
“I’m fine,” Felan protested weakly. “I’ll heal when I shift again.”
Dirk wasn’t too certain of that. Felan’s chest and arms were scored with deep claw marks. “I take it the bastard summoned the wolves to battle you.”
“Lot of damned good it did him,” Felan snarled, grimacing in
