Nathan
‘Nash, are you ready to fight for our lives?’ I asked my wolf, who was growling menacingly.
‘I was born ready for this,’ he responded.
A split second later, the door to Winona’s cabin was flung open to reveal a guy with blonde hair and light brown eyes that held what appeared to be total rage. Glaring straight at me, the guy yelled in an angry tone, “Shift now and show us your face!”
No way were we going to obey a stranger who didn’t belong here. Instead, my wolf got in position to pounce before releasing another low, menacing growl. Without another word, the blonde-haired guy shifted into a cream-colored wolf with silver paws and leaped from the porch.
He raced toward me, ready to attack, but halted in his tracks when Winona yelled out, “No, mate! Please stop! He is my
