Nikki had spent her life on the Firstborn Island surrounded by all kinds of shifters, but she had never seen a monster of this kind. The warehouse she was being held in was dark, so the dull glow of the creature’s eyes drew her gaze and a chill crawled down her spine. It wasn’t directed at anyone in particular, but still gave such a menacing aura that Nikiah shrank in her chair.
Luckily, five men stood between her and the creature. There used to be more, judging by the blood dripping from the beast’s mouth. He reeked of death.
Three werewolves, one werebear and a fox shifter, turned one by one, and every muscle in Niki’s body strained. She could tell it wouldn’t be enough.
Her captors launched their attack, charging at the enemy in turns.
Big mistake. The only chance they stood was if
