The night air smelled of pine and blood as I burst through the pack house doors. Chaos erupted before me - wolves clashed with massive polar bear shifters in the moonlit clearing, snarls and screams cutting through the cold air. My magic surged to life, dark tendrils writhing around my arms like living shadows.
I didn't expect them to arrive so soon, but thankfully, Michelle had already taken charge, and everyone vulnerable was on their way to the safehouse.
A roar sounded to my left. I spun just as a hulking polar bear charged, his claws glinting in the torchlight. With a flick of my wrist, black energy lashed out, wrapping around his throat. The bear stumbled, his paws scrabbling at the inky bonds.
"Wrong pack to mess with," I growled, clenching my fist. The shadows tightened with a
