#Chapter 153: The Protective Rage of Nicholas’s Wolf

Nicholas’s wolf eyes looked at me for only a moment, before turning to Terry. A growl erupted from the back of his throat. Then, all at once, he tore forward, pounced, and knocked Terry away from me and down onto the ground. Julian, in human form, burst into the room behind Nicholas. He rushed to my side. When he saw the handcuffs, his eyes narrowed. He reached into his pocket at retrieved his lock picking tools. Only then did I notice his hands were shaking. “Julian?” My voice was weak, fear making it small. “Give me a minute,” Julian said. “We’ll get these things off of you.” “Are you okay?” I asked. He blinked, then glanced down at my face. “Am I…? How can you be asking that right now?” He returned to his work. “You’re trembling…” “I’m about to shift, Piper. I’m barely holding myself together. I want to rip that motherfucker’s throat out.” The last words came out in a snarl. He closed his eyes a moment, breathed deeply, then opened them again. The first handcuff clicked open