Chrome and Claws
Her control was slipping, her wolf nearly free, but she couldn’t stop.
The other hunter tried to flank her. Cole didn’t help. He just stood there, knife trembling, eyes locked on her like she was the monster, not the men trying to kill them.
Raven fought with savage speed, barely holding the wolf back. Every strike was a heartbeat from shifting. Every dodge was a brush with silver.
The blond hunter wiped blood from his lip and smirked. “Half-shifted. Barely holding it together and with just one push, girl, and you’ll lose yourself.”