Jarvik stifled a string of curses and listened, trying to gauge the approaching danger. His weapons and clothes lay on the far bank. The heavy thud of booted feet trampling dried twigs and the low murmurs of male voices grew louder. It had been foolish to stop and bathe in the pond. But he had ke...
To Tania’s surprise, the shifting went as easy as Axe had insisted it would. She’d forgotten how being in wolf form magnified every sense. It was as if she’d never really smelled anything, heard anything, nuzzled anything before. The last time she’d shifted had been a week before she got her firs...