KAT
The Consequence of Power
Steam rises from the bathtub like spirits escaping, curling around Dave's shoulders where blessing-fire still flickers beneath skin. I work the washcloth across his chest, blood—his and theirs—swirling pink down the drain. The boys splash in their water basin at my feet, Takeshi attempting to drown his rubber duck while Akira watches with those too-knowing gray eyes. Hikaru gnaws his own tail, ice crystals forming on the basin's rim where he touches.
"The Prime wanted more." Dave's voice comes out raw, throat still healing from transformation. "After Forrest's men were dead, it looked at the crowd and saw meat."
My hands pause on his shoulders, feeling muscle bunch beneath my touch. Through our bond, the memory floods—three hundred wolves through the Prime'
