The shadow creatures moved like liquid smoke, pouring from the corners of the room with a hissing sound that was half whisper, half scream. Marcus’s wolf lunged at the nearest one, and his jaws closed on nothing—the thing dissolved around his teeth and reformed behind him, tendrils reaching for Sera.
“Silver!” Torres shouted, firing rounds that flashed bright in the darkness. Where the bullets struck, the shadows recoiled, shrieking. “They’re vulnerable to silver!”
Sera shifted, her alpha wolf bursting forward with speed born of desperation. She felt the mate bond blaze between her and Marcus, felt him feeding her strength as she channeled power back to him in an endless loop that made both of them faster, stronger, more coordinated than either could be alone.
The entity wearing Vasquez
