“You were huge,” Galen said, when Marc came out of the bedroom a good ten minutes after they arrived, wearing jeans and a T-shirt and drying his hair. “I mean…huge.” He demonstrated by lifting his hand high above his head.
Marc chuckled. “Not sure I was that tall. In my loup form, I top out at seven-two.”
Galen snorted. “Top out? Like a building when they put the tree on it to show they’ve finished construction?”
“Galen…” Marc looked at him with amusement. “I think you’re loopy right now.”
“No. I’m scared and trying not to be. I mean, damn, I hunt vampires for God’s sake. But when I think about Walker’s finding out we killed Trace and that he’s going to come for us.” Galen took a deep breath. “If he’s as powerful as Ian says…”
“We’ll take him down a peg or three,” Marc replied. “We’re
