“What is it? Some genetic family disease?” I ask. Worry coiling in my stomach.
“Kind of, but it’s not a disease exactly. I really wanted to ease you into this, but I can see you are not going to let me. We are wolf shifters, or werewolves, whatever you prefer to call us,” he says before whistling sharply.
“Are you seriously messing with me right now? I’m so not in the mood for this bullsh*t.”
I turn to walk back to my car and come face to face with a huge grey and brown wolf.
This is like no wolf I’ve ever seen before. Not that I’ve seen many, only at the zoo and on the TV, but I know this is not one of those. This thing is huge, and beautiful, but absolutely terrifying. m pretty sure it could fit my entire head in its mouth.
I stagger back with a gasp and Callen catches me. “Shh, don’t worry, he won’t hurt you, he’d never hurt you,” he whispers in my ear.
My body trembles uncontrollably as the wolf looks at me with intelligent eyes. He prowls towards me, his head low.
“Take it slow, Rye, you’re scaring her.”
Did he call the wolf Rye? As in Ryder?
The wolf suddenly starts to shrink, with cracks and pops of bones, try to turn my face away in disgust, but Callen grips my chin.
“Watch, Paige, you need to see this,” he urges.
I screw my eyes shut, unable to watch. Then I hear a groan and dare to peek, just as the face of Ryder replaces the wolf. My vision blurs as if my eyes are trying to reboot because what I just saw can be possible. My head spins for a second before the world around me goes black and silent.
** Parker’s POV **
“I need you guys to get to us right now. Ryder is about to shift in the middle of town and I have the human with me.” Callen’s voice comes through the mind link with an urgency that has me on my feet and running before he has finished his sentence.
“Where are you exactly?” Remy asks as he runs beside me.
“Elm Street, close to the school.”
I push my legs as fast as they’ll go. My wolf form is much faster, but we’re heading into town where the humans are. So I would need to shift back, which would leave me naked.
“What triggered it?” I ask.
Ryder is the last person I’d expect to lose control. Something big must have happened. Usually, once we are out of our teenage years, we can control our shifts unless it’s triggered by injury, extreme emotional turmoil, or sometimes by trying to deny a mate bond.
“He’s had a bit of a shock, plus he’s found his mate,” Callen says, and I see my brother’s steps falter.
“Is she your mate, too?” He asks.
“Pretty sure,” Callen responds, and my heart hurts for my twin.
I know he and Callen have been hiding a relationship for years. This is going to be quite a blow for them both, and I can’t even offer any support because they’d be upset I know their secret.
I should offer my congratulations. Finding their mate is a huge deal. We finally have a Luna. But because of the urgency of current circumstances and my brother’s pain, that is evident in the way he has his jaw set and the crease between his brows.
“You good, Rem?” I ask out loud between ragged breaths.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” He says, his tone defensive.
“No reason, just checking,” I shrug.
We break through the tree line and immediately slow our pace to match that of a human. We are much faster and stronger than humans, even when we share the same form as them, so it’s important we blend in.
“How far out are you?” Callen asks.
“Almost there, we see you,” I say as we round the corne
Callen is helping Ryder walk so he can focus most of his energy into maintaining his human form until we can get him out of sight of any humans.
As we get closer, I glimpse the human female, and Calle was right. She is hot. She is the only female around, which is not a good sign.
“The human is your mate?” Remy asks, obviously noticing what I had.
“Yes, take Ryder. I’ll deal with her. She still does not know what we are, yet,” he says, and I don’t miss the small growl that Remy desperately tries to mask.
We rush to Ryder, whose face is already sprouting fur, and his eyes are glowing with his wolf. He can’t hold it back much longer. This is more than just finding his mate, but now is not the time to ask.
“Get him out of here, quick,” Cal says out loud, which I assume is just for the human’s benefit.
Remy ducks under Ryder’s free arm, wrapping it over his shoulders to take his weight, and I get his other side, replacing Callen.
A sweet scent hits me and my wolf moves under my skin suddenly intrigued. “Not now,” I tell him. It’s not a good time to explore an unfamiliar scent he has taken liking to. My alpha needs me.
“Thanks,” Callen says as we run with Rye.
“Almost there,” I reassure as we approach the tree line.
We barely make it a few steps into the cover of the woods before Ryder can’t hold his form any longer. He shifts in a quick series of pops and snaps, his clothes shredding into scraps of fabric around him.
I kick his ruined clothes behind a tree while I pull off my own, adding them to the pile. Ryder is still down on the floor, panting and whining. His wolf is exhausted after the battle he’s just had to break free. Which is probably the only reason he hasn’t taken off back towards his mate yet. If Remy and I have any chance of stopping him, we need to be in our strongest forms to hold him back.
I shift at the same time as my brother. As my wolf takes over, my bones break and reform, growing bigger and stronger, fur covering my skin in a flash. My first few shifts had been excruciating, but now it’s more uncomfortable than painful.
Remy’s wolf and mine are exactly alike; grey fur, brown markings, and amber eyes.
“If he tries to get up, we are going to have to take him down quickly,” Remy says.
“I think it will take him a while to regain enough strength to take us both down. Hopefully, Callen will have the female tucked safely away in her house by then.”
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