“Faith, get behind me,” Killian growled. His voice was no longer human; it was a rough, deep rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. He didn't look at Sarah. He didn't look at the Council. His entire being was focused on the girl he had branded as his own.“I told you, Killian,” Sarah hissed, pulling a small, metallic device from her trench coat. The Nightshades always bring the storm. You’ve led them right to her!“I am the storm, Sarah!” Killian roared.With a sound like a thunderclap, his suit jacket shredded. His spine arched, bones popping and elongating in a brutal, lightning-fast shift. In seconds, the six-foot-four billionaire was gone, replaced by the massive black wolf, a midnight shadow with eyes of molten gold. He stood between the women and the shattered front doors, a wall of fur and fangs.“Fire!” Vane’s voice screamed from the lawn.A bombardment of silver-tipped bullets shattered the priceless stained glass windows. Killian leaped, a blur o
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