Warrick barked. At least as a mighty jaguar, Regan had been somewhat protected against the vamps. But as a naked woman, she might as well have written ‘snack’ on her forehead and thrown herself at them. “Oh good. You’re back.” She dodged two vamps who’d nearly had her. Then she danced away from a few more who stared at her as if she were their last meal. “Can we go now?” He swore and yanked her back to his chest, then lifted her in one arm and cut through several who thought about touching her. “Chance, let’s go.” “Have to stay and fight. Kill the… Regan?” Warrick saw the haze of something leave his brother’s eyes. “What the fuck is going on? Why is she naked?” “Change back, Regan.” Warrick shot a fury of black fire and elemental ice at his enemy. He felt strong enough to fight into next year, but the nagging feeling Regan would pay the price if he lingered hit him hard. “We have to go. Now. Change back,” he yelled and tossed her towards the portal, keeping her in the air with his power.
