As we stood there watching, the rest of us quickly bolted out of the packhouse. By then, all three men had transformed into their wolf forms and were locked in a ferocious battle. This wasn't just a typical family squabble; they were genuinely trying to kill each other.
"Sasha, where did you park your car?" I asked urgently.
"We came in separate cars. They're all in the garage," she replied, her confusion clear.
"Okay, let's move," I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along. I dashed to the kitchen and headed straight for a locked room I had the key to, throwing the door open.
Sasha stood back looking shocked at everything that was in there. Weapons and tools and torture tools and everything. So I put some thick black rubber gloves on and I grabbed some silver handcuffs and
