Brielle
T
here was a brief tearing sound, then the hall filled with snarls, and a blur of fur and glinting teeth came barreling straight toward me. No, not toward me—toward him, Shane. He had crossed about twelve lines when instead of just accepting the amicable handshake required for the activity, he’d snatched me into his chest.
His scent was all wrong, my wolf’s hackles were raised, and before I could even begin to think of how to politely extricate myself—or impolitely, because what an asshole—Kane was rocketing our way. Shane shoved me ruthlessly to the side, and I stumbled, almost falling were it not for Reed appearing in front of me with preternatural speed. He righted me with the barest of touches under my elbows, then spun us so that his towering frame was between me and the no
