THE AWAKENING

Tieran and Cassandra surveyed the scene, growling in warning to anyone from Ulster’s clan that if they dared challenge either, they would die like their Alpha, gurgling on their life’s blood.

A scattering of yips and howls filtered through the moonlight as the battered remnants of Ulster’s clan melted into the forest, running for their lives.

Within minutes all that remained were the dead, injured, or exhausted Clan Barrachius. Victory was bittersweet.

Tieran padded over to a fallen wolf and nudged the large body with his muzzle. A whine of sadness followed. Cassandra felt Tieran’s pain as he checked the bodies littering the forest floor. Blood stained the pine needle carpet and filled the air with the scent of death.

With an anguished howl, Tieran changed from beast to man until he stood before the scene smeared in blood, both his own and others, and Cassandra followed suit.

“How many?” she asked quietly.

“Ten,” he answered, looking to the large wolves licking their wounds. “We must get them back to the compound or else that number will increase.”

“Are they able to run?”

his clan mates. He would not leave them behind. Cassandra could see his dilemma and knew what she had to

will go get

will not chance that one of Ulster’s band will wait for this exact opportunity to retaliate for their fallen

they are injured in the first place. Let me do this. I want

he walked away to discuss the situation with one of his clan mates who wasn’t as badly injured

she was clearly the exact opposite. Cassandra growled low in

you stop underestimating me,” Cassandra warned before transforming back into her

was fleeting as she settled into her familiar animal skin before Tieran could stop

the clearing, easily

the scent lodged in her nose of the compound and she went unerringingly along a dizzying path, her padded feet eating

for the sentries guarding the entrance. Her chest heaved from the exertion but she managed to transform

that she’d succeeded in not only freaking them out, but