Chapter 9

He had never seen anything move so fast.

Not the werewolf.

Aden.

Aden took only a moment to recover before his eyes locked with Darren’s. They were bright and feral, the only evidence he would ever need that Aden was a threat, no matter what shape he took. It didn’t last. He sprung at the wolf in a blur of perfect flesh, leaping across yards as effortlessly as it took to breathe. His arms wrapped around the werewolf’s midsection to drag them both down to the ground, at the same time his features began to ripple, his jaw elongating slightly along with his teeth.

By the time the two landed, Aden had buried his teeth in the wolf’s neck, the blood splattering onto his face and chest at the very first bite.