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?”

in our human form.” Tieran’s grim expression told of his worry for his clan mates. He

will go

of Ulster’s band will wait for this exact opportunity to retaliate for their

Tieran’s stubbornness. “Besides, it’s my fault that they are injured in the first place. Let me do this.

discuss the situation with one

temper spiked at being relegated to the helpless female role when she was clearly the exact opposite. Cassandra

would suggest you stop underestimating me,” Cassandra warned

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

clearing, easily putting distance between her

followed the scent lodged in her nose of the compound and she went unerringingly along a dizzying path, her padded feet eating up the miles as if they were mere

chest heaved from the exertion but

she’d succeeded in not only freaking