My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"No offense to either of you, but I'm f*cking over magic." Sam mumbles from the crook of Sierra's neck.

Elena side-eyes him. "Well, it's here to stay pup, and you have a direct line to it. I would apologize before your magic decides it is over your wet dog smell and stops working."

"You all may want to pray to your Goddess, the winds are shifting." Gentry gets out as a lightning bolt cracks along the sky.

"Get everyone to the tunnels, Sierra, NOW!"

We scramble. There was no time for 'I love you's' and 'see you soon's.' I just hope this wasn't the last time I speak to any of these people.

When we get outside along the main street the air is thick and green, wind is whipping around us in short bursts. The lightning is crawling across the clouds, no start or end point, just the static in constant motion.

f*ck is that?" Wyatt skids to a halt

keep my focus forward,

hit anyone that pops out of the shadows. I am starting to enjoy the way that my skin

cracks and Thunder accompanies it in surround sound, swirling around us. We all move into protective circles, as ready as we'll

"ROAR!"

are tossed past us from my back, then the volume of grunts and growls raise quickly as we are surrounded by a monsoon of red-eyed wolves

shift immediately, not wanting to get injured in my human form, and head straight for the rogues coming at my front. These are faster, more refined

to collide with another. Jaws are snapping and biting at every available piece of fur. I sidestep my hind legs as I feel one approach from behind, but the slight movement and distraction was enough for the rogue in front of me to get a decent nip on leg. The poison in their saliva stings, but

I dive in with a deeper desire to take these guys down. The initial fear is ebbing away to determination mixed with anger thrash at anything that isn't my with adrenaline as we bite pack. don't want any survivor né. from this hoard. My heart is