Moonrise by Cassidy Hunter

in recent days and pulled it to her until she was made of pure horror, terror, and rage.
    And with the almost physical ball of power created, she called her wolves.

    Chapter 10

    Michael wiped his hands and went to find Trey. It’d been a long day and all either of them wanted was to go home to Selene. She had been wrapped up in their souls long before she’d ever shown up, and now they were together.
    She still didn’t understand the implications of that, not quite. But she would. In time she’d become a wolf too, but there was no rush. Trey would delay that for as long as possible for fear of killing her, but Michael had more faith than that. They hadn’t found each other only to lose her.
    Trey met him halfway down the back hall. “Ready to go?”
    “And eager. It’s all I’ve thought about all day. Will it ease over time?”
    Trey smiled and pulled him to his chest in a gentle hug. “A little. It was the same when I found you, remember?”
    Michael shivered. He did indeed remember. “Yes.” His whispered words were lost in the warmth of Trey’s throat. “I think about that time often. Have I thanked you for saving my life?”
    Trey’s deep laugh rumbled through Michael’s body. “A time or two, my love. Just as I’ve thanked you for saving mine.”
    Michael shook his head. “You literally saved mine, Trey. I—”
    But then he stopped talking as a tingle of terror lit his mind in a red haze of fire. He pulled back and stared at Trey, who was staring at him with a horrified frown of his own.
    “What the fuck,” Trey murmured, “is that?”
    And they both understood at the exact same time as the fire of fear became an overwhelming force neither of them could ignore.
    “Selene.”
    They burst out the doors, shifting immediately. Her screams seemed to reverberate in the air, squeezing his heart with a terror he’d never know. Not even when he’d been near death had he felt such urgency, such dread.
    She was dying. He felt it like a physical thing and knew Trey did as well. They streaked through the streets, not thinking of hiding, or caring that one of the blissfully unaware humans might see them.
    It was all Selene. They had to save her. Now.
    They ran faster than they’d ever run, but still it seemed to take an eternity to reach their love. His wolf eyes picked up scents and sights that fleetingly called to him, but only for a second.
    He was focused like a heat-seeking missile on only one thing—getting to Selene.
    Trey ran right beside him. Usually the bigger wolf could have taken the lead, but not this time. Desperation lent him wings and he streaked through the alleyways and yards along with his alpha, and together they crashed through the door of their home.
    Selene. We are coming.
    There were no sounds but they felt her screams and the evil around her. Linked by a force neither of them really understood, they sprinted up the stairs, roaring their rage and fear, and straight to their third.
    Selene.
    They burst into the bedroom like avenging demons from a nightmare, no other thoughts than to protect the woman and kill the man.
    The stranger was flattened against the wall by the time they entered the room, his palms up, his face white as parchment. He’d had to have heard them exploding through the front door and would have known he was in trouble.
    No matter how bad he was, he was still a coward.
    And the men—the wolves—were enraged.
    The man screamed and lifted his hands to protect his hateful face, his eyes wide and disbelieving as he watched the wolves coming toward him.
    They crouched low and let their growls, deep and dark, precede them. Michael needed to feel the man’s terror, and he wasn’t disappointed. As they stalked toward him, the air whooshed in and out of Michael’s lungs like a bellows, his barely contained bloodthirsty eagerness begging to be given free rein.
    But the wolves would toy with their prey.
    The stranger walked sideways and ended up against the dresser.