Chapter6

“Come back with me.” Liam didn’t explain why he’d shown up, nor did he ask why I had come. He knew. He knew I’d found out about their trick. But there was no guilt in his eyes—only an unbearable sense of entitlement. “Why should I?” I shoved him hard. “You two liars—why do you get to toy with me like this?” “I know now you’re not real werewolves, just ordinary men playing with me. Why are you still acting so high and mighty?” I shouted at him. My voice cut off. Liam’s skin began to ripple; his bones cracked with an acid-teeth sound. Gray fur burst through his pores and in an instant a two-meter-long giant wolf stood before me, saliva dripping from its fangs. Before I could scream, the wolf’s claws were already around my waist. Wind roared in my ears and the parking lot outside swelled in my vision. I struggled and looked back; Oliver was no longer visible beyond the floor-to-ceiling window. When I came to, I was already back home. The wolf had placed me on the bed, beside a bowl of hot