The woman stumbled, blood spattering onto the grass as she desperately tried to outrun the three massive rogues chasing her. Her eyes were wild with terror, her clothes torn and dirty.
Without thinking, Callum flung open the car door.
“What are you doing?” Levi shouted, but Callum was already moving.
An unexplainable urge surged through him. It was a primal need to protect this stranger. His bones cracked and reshaped as he shifted mid-leap, landing on all fours as a sandy-colored wolf.
With a ferocious growl, he charged at the nearest rogue, colliding with the larger wolf and sending them both tumbling across the ground.
Levi cursed under his breath before shifting as well. His black wolf was larger than Callum’s, his movements more precise as he tackled another rogue. The third wolf hesitated, looking between its fallen companions and the woman who had collapsed by the roadside.
