The acrid smell of blood filled my nostrils as I watched Ronan tear through the last of my attackers. My back pressed against the cold brick wall, legs barely holding me upright. Everything felt distant and muffled, like I was underwater – the club music thumping inside, the growls and whimpers from the alley, even my own ragged breathing.
One moment I'd been cornered by four rogues threatening unspeakable things, and the next – salvation arrived in the form of Kaelen's estranged brother, a midnight-black wolf with eyes like green fire.
Ronan shifted back to human form before my eyes, his naked body splattered with blood, muscles rippling as he grabbed his discarded jacket and secured it around his waist. The transformation was so fluid it seemed almost casual, like changing clothes rather than completely altering his physical form.
He approached me cautiously, his eyes scanning my face, lingering on what must be a nasty bruise blooming on my cheek.
