I crept through the door without making a sound. And what I saw, what awaited . . . My blood curdled. My vision flashed from dark red to black. Claws sprouted from my fingers. Long, sharp fangs cut my lips as they sprang from my upper and lower jaw. The frozen wasteland of my soul ignited with volcanic heat. And I. Did. Not. Care. A male—a male not of our pack—lay on top of the female under our protection. Vile threats flew from his lips. His claws were out. Touching. About to rip. And her shirt . . .
