Kane’s POV
My wolf surged forward, tearing through me and in an instant I was gone, my skin replaced with fur, voice swallowed in a thunderous growl.
My paws hit the ground hard, claws gouging deep lines into the dirt.
Zack’s silver wolf was beside me, massive and lean, his eyes cold as steel. Lucas shifted at the same moment, his black wolf taller, darker and his golden eyes glinting with bloodlust. For a moment, the three of us stood shoulder to shoulder, a wall of fury.
Then the first rogue leapt.
I met him midair, my jaws clamping over his throat. His weight crashed into me but my fangs ripped through skin and muscle, crushing windpipe and bone until he gurgled and fell limp. Blood sprayed on my muzzle, hot and metallic.
Another rogue hit me from the left. I swung, claws flashing
