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A blur of motion startled her from behind Tabian, and an enormous wolf hit the roof of his truck with a deafening boom and then leapt straight for Bay. It was a dark wolf, stark white teeth bared, eyes glowing an unnatural red.
“Bridger, no!” Tabian yelled.
Bay Changed in a moment and took the brunt of that charge from Bridger’s wolf.
Tru screamed as she rushed forward.
“Get in the car!” Tabian yelled in a demon’s voice.
“Bay!” she screamed in horror. Bridger’s wolf was so much bigger than his. He was going to kill her boy!
Tabian’s body broke and in the moment before his wolf exploded from him, he yelled, “Stay back! I’ve got him!”
For a moment, Tru thought he was talking to her, but he was looking toward the clearing. The movement there wasn’t the waving of the long grass. Wolves were charging toward them.
The Rogue Pack.
Shit.
I’ve got him.She had to trust Tabian, right?
But Bay was her boy. Her responsibility, and right now, he was in a wolf fight with a full-grown male werewolf.
Tabian’s wolf was terrifying. He was so fast, he blurred to the fight and yanked the big dark wolf off of Bay. He engaged with Bridger and they fought like they were trying to kill each other.
Tears stung her eyes as she watched Bay’s wolf stand up and back toward the car as he was herded by the other wolves of the Pack.
“He’s my son. Please!” she pleaded. “Don’t hurt him. He doesn’t have control! He’s only sixteen!”
The huge black wolf in the front lifted his eyes to hers and stopped advancing. The others stopped too.
“Bay!” she screamed. “Change back! Now! Please Change back!” She’d only seen his wolf twice before now, and never angry.
Tabian and Bridger had disengaged, and were circling each other loosely, hatred in their eyes. Tabian backed toward Bay’s wolf, placing himself between the Rogue Pack and the young wolf.
The adrenaline was pumping through her right now, and Tru was shaking so badly, she had to clench her fists to rid herself of the tingling sensation zinging through her body. She’d never been this scared in her life.
She’d never been around this many werewolves! She’d never met any of Zane’s Pack other than Bay.
Bay seemed to be trying to Change back, but it wasn’t working. He was lying on the ground struggling. She could see matted red patches on his gray fur.
He was hurt.
The big black wolf in front twitched his head, and the wolves behind him started retreating, giving them more space. Bridger’s dark wolf stayed pacing, eyes on Tabian, but the Black wolf…maybe the Alpha?...he charged at Bridger and stood over him snarling.
Bridger gave one more furious glance at Tabian and then trotted off toward the woods.
When Tabian turned to look at her, she gasped. The side of his face was matted with red and dripping.
He twitched his head toward his house, and she understood. He needed space for he and Tabian to Change.
In shock, she looked at the tattered clothes that littered the ground. Bay’s outfit was ripped to shreds.
“Can I get clothes?” she asked in a shaky voice. She needed to do something. Tru needed to be of some sort of service.
Tabian nodded, and she bolted for his house.
Inside, it looked exactly like the last time she’d been here. Everything was still new, and unused. The couch still had some of the plastic wrap on it, and so did one of the chairs. She bolted past them to the loft and took the stairs two at a time and tried to gain her bearings at the top of the landing. There was a dresser on the wall to the right, and she scrambled for it and pulled a drawer open. Shorts. Great. She grabbed a pair and then a pair of T-shirts from another drawer. She grabbed a pair of jeans from the edge of the bed and then scrambled down the stairs, her heart racing out of her chest.
