When The Moon Hides Her Crown
“You think you can defeat me?!”
His muscles bulged and bones cracked as he began to shift.
My stomach dropped. Shit.
I tensed, preparing to defend myself, when a dark blur moved between us — fast, lethal.
Ronan.
His broad back faced me, muscles shifting under his shirt as he grabbed Jordan’s half-shifted wolf by the scruff and slammed him into the ground with a sickening crack. Not satisfied, Ronan hauled him up again and hurled him against a nearby tree so hard the trunk split.