The right shoulder of Aaron’s favorite black leather jacket was shredded, claw marks ripping all the way through his shirt beneath, blood stains darkening the white material. But at least his arm was put back together, thanks to Jamie. In the last attack, none of them had gotten by unscathed. Even Heather, who had told them she hardly ever got injured by the bastards anymore, had been bitten pretty badly. Luckily, Jamie’s healing powers worked on Hybrid’s, too. She’d been astounded ...