Page 66 of Bad Blood Wolf

Bad people. Kill them.

Hold it in. Hold it back. It’s too small in here. Good people will get hurt.

The monster growled.

Step further in.

His mother was in the living room, bolt upright in a straight chair, eyes glittering in the dark.

“Brody?” she called. Her voice was quivering. She was terrified.

Bastian was a dead wolf.

The question was, did he know what Brody’s mother was? Did he know what Brody was?

Was this just Bastian’s sick personal revenge? Or had he somehow realized what he had here, and turned them in to the shifter hunters?

That lingering scent bothered Brody. The unfamiliar one. Bastian should have his minions with him.

Instead, he had a stranger.

Just as that thought went through his mind, the light snapped on, and Bastian stepped out of the bedroom.

“You ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, are you, Brody?” he sneered. “You just walked right into a trap.”

Brody barely saw the dart gun in time. He dove forward and rolled, the dart skimming his cheek and leaving a scratch. Fuck. Was that enough to put him out?

He’d surprised Bastian, though, coming straight at him. He went wolf as he came, cannoning into Bastian and knocking him back.

His mother’s chair fell over and her head hit the edge of the bookshelf. She gave a tiny cry.

Another man stepped out of the bedroom, dressed completely in black, with a ski cap pulled over his face.

He pointed his gun at Adele.

Kill him!

Jasmin had crept around to the window where she’d watched Brody and his mom before. It was dark inside, but her cat eyes were even better in the dark than Brody’s. She could see Adele in her chair, and Bastian standing in the shadows behind her.

She saw the lights coming up, and Bastian trying to shoot Brody, and the other man coming out of the bedroom and raising his gun.

And then she saw something that raised the hackles on her neck.

Brody changed—and then started to Change again. There was the sound of breaking bones, and his body undulated like it had the night Flynn and Tank found him in the woods. His head grew massive—too big for his neck—but his jaws closed on Bastian’s arm and she heard something break.

Brody made a bone-chilling noise, his teeth still clamped on Bastian. The stranger in black swung his weapon around and aimed at Brody.