The blonde Witch pressed herself backward defensively, clutching a box against her chest while glaring at the males surrounding her.
Curvy.
Short.
Furious despite being obviously outnumbered.
And gods—the second I saw her clearly, my Wolf lost its entire fucking mind.
Mine.
The word detonated through my head so loudly I physically staggered.
The blonde turned sharply toward me.
Huge blue eyes widened beneath the floating lantern light.
Fear flashed across her face first.
Then relief.
Then—something else.
Recognition?
No, that would be crazy.
The Monsters surrounding her noticed me too late.
My claws punched free instantly.
Wolf magic surged hot beneath my skin.
“What do you say, little Witch. Share your goodies with us, and maybe we’ll save you a cookie for afterwards,” one growled and reached for her curly blonde hair.
The growl that ripped from my chest sounded absolutely inhuman.
“Get the fuck away from her,” I snarled.
The three males looked up startled.
“Hey, mind your business,” one said.
Then it started.
My shift.
See, I’m not just a Wolf Shifter.
I turn into something else.
Something horrifying.
Something other.
Monster.
And just as the fur rippled across my body and my lupine face began to form complete with six inch fangs dripping with saliva—those three fuckwads squealed and backed away immediately.
