The Dom Unleashes His Wolf [Unchained Love 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams

this happened now? If he found the idiot with the knife he’d rip him to pieces for ruining all his careful plans. He wanted to scream and rage. He’d had everything on a time line. This, then that, then the other. He was not supposed to be knifed. Especially not at a fucking community basketball match. This was supposed to be a fun and relaxed day, not a fucking nightmare.
    Gaynor and Cameron meshed with him so well, he was serious about a more permanent arrangement as a threesome. And part of forming such a relationship would include telling them about his wolf side before they bonded to each other forever. But no way had he been ready to do it yet. Well, it looked as though life had gotten in the way of his plans, and after this was all over and he had Gaynor back home safely, he’d have a bit of confessing to do. God, he hoped they didn’t run screaming from him right now when they saw him. He needed the time to explain everything to them properly. He wasn’t truly the least bit vicious. He wouldn’t really kill the man who’d knifed him, although he definitely felt like doing it since the man’s behavior had ruined Tor’s careful plans. Control was a huge part of his nature, no matter which form he was in. And that control would never let him hurt anyone seriously. After all, he was a nurse. A healer, not a destroyer.
    His wolf nose had guided him to exactly the right place to find out what was going on, even as his brain remained stuck in a human rut, worrying about Gaynor and, to a lesser extent, Ramona and Cameron.
    He had no way of understanding who was on which side of this fight—why couldn’t they have all worn colored shirts, dammit, or at least put black hats on the bad guys like in the old spaghetti Westerns!—so he had to assume Gaynor and Ramona were the only good guys.
    Even as he watched, Ramona disappeared in the long grass and a huge wildcat leaped from where she had been, its claws raised against one of the attackers. Her, too?
    Tor jumped on the back of the nearest attacker, dragging him to the ground and opening his jaws wide.
    To his right he saw Cameron hit someone over the shoulders with a big tree branch, and the puma—or whatever it was—chase a group of people away. He allowed the man he’d jumped on to shake him off and run away then chased after a few others to hurry them out of the area.
    Tor returned to Gaynor and lay at her feet. Gaynor gave a little scream, but Cameron just wrapped his arms around her and said softly, “Don’t worry, Gaynor. Tor will explain all this later. Won’t you, Tor?”
    Tor grinned. That was Cameron’s courtroom voice. He wasn’t really angry, but he was likely upset and a tad confused. Hell, he was a tad confused himself. It appeared very much as though Tor wasn’t the only shape-shifter here. Ramona was, too. She was some kind of very large cat. Not a lion, though. A puma, maybe, or cougar, but not a jaguar, since she didn’t have spots.
    He lay still, needing to stay in this form a little longer to heal more. He didn’t want to change back and end up in a hospital trying to explain a knife wound and stories of wolves and pumas. Besides, he needed to plan how to explain the fact he was a wolf shape-shifter to Gaynor and Cameron.
    Cameron using his lawyer voice was most definitely a warning sign. It might just mean he was worrying about Gaynor and Ramona, but more likely it meant he was very upset that Tor hadn’t told him about this already.
    As for Gaynor…Oh hell, he was in deep shit now. But he’d planned to tell them. He really had. Just not yet. Not for a long time yet.
    A man in a red shirt came running through the trees, looking at Tor lying at Gaynor’s feet, Cameron holding a huge tree branch, and Ramona, the big cat, sitting off to the side.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, glancing sideways at Ramona but trying to pretend he was talking to Gaynor and Cameron.
    “Ramona’s fine,” Gaynor replied rather tartly. “However,