Luna had to take several more steps back, her legs moving without her command as a rising swell of dread coiled in her stomach like a tightening knot. Her wide eyes darted across the circle of werewolves surrounding her—so many, all watching.
Watching her.
Like she was prey.
Vaelen's steps were slow and deliberate as he stalked forward, and right before her eyes, his body began to shift. Auburn fur rippled across his skin like wildfire, his limbs stretching and contorting as his frame lowered to the ground.
Bones cracked with a grotesque sound as his posture bent into something not quite human—his claws digging into the dirt, fangs glinting.
And then—he was no longer a man.
He was a wolf.
A massive, hulking thing with glowing eyes that locked on her like a predator scenting blood.
Luna's breath caught in her throat.
