At first, I can hardly process what I’m seeing. A battalion of shifters, some in human form and others in wolf form, are surrounding our pack house, baying for blood. For an instant, I’m frozen to the spot, taking in the horrific sight. Then, I hear cries of alarm and shouts for help, and I spring into action.
Completely forgetting about Regan and her nonsense, I race toward the house, shifting as I go. I see Nash, his golden brown fur flying and his sharp teeth snarling, as he fights against the first assault, defending the house.
I see Miranda, her dark hair tied up in a no-nonsense military style bun, and attack her. She’s all rage and no strategy, flailing and fighting me, and soon I’ve tossed her far from me, seeing her land on her back in a cloud of sand. Even though I’m pregnant,
