Not even poor timing—the absolute worst, most inconvenient timing the world had ever seen.

“What the hell—?” The rest of my curse choked into a panicked shriek as the dumpster slammed forward, its innards spilling out across the asphalt. A flash of something shiny pulled my hand forward, fist closing around what looked to be a metal fork before I dove out of the werewolf’s way.

“Out of the lycanthrope—!” I corrected myself out loud before another scream slipped out. Not the ...