“But don’t they listen to Arthur?” Anna asked as she watched the werewolves scent the air.
“Yeah, but those creatures aren’t my dad’s,” she said. “You see the red in their eyes?”
Anna squinted and saw what Cristina was talking about. “Yes.”
“Those werewolves are lost to their beasts. They’ve fully embraced their creature. They’ll never turn back to humans again.”
Anna’s harsh breathing echoed loudly in the room. “They aren’t the friendly ones?”
“Uh, technically, none are friendly in that form, even my dad’s men.” Cristina peered out of the window again. “When in that form, the beast nature comes out, and the baser instinct kicks in. Food, f*****g, fighting, that’s about it.”
Anna prayed like hell that none of those beasties were in the mood for f*****g…or fighting. And if they were h
