Ulric threw his head back and let out another growl, even though he knew it wasn’t helping their current situation. Anger filled his body down to his bones and pulsed in every vein under his fur.
A part of him wished he could shift back into his human form, but he knew he was better off with his wolf, even though they were currently trapped like rats on some magical version of glue pads.
He felt stupid and would have probably slapped himself if his paws weren’t stuck to the ground and wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he pulled. Ulric hadn’t for a second considered a trap when he’d rushed out of the house with Ned, Tate, and Truman flanking him. His entire focus had been on the witches he could see just a step out of the trees that bordered the house.
Anger had blinded him to reason an
