Roman’s back pressed hard against the wall as he dropped into a crouch, the muscles in his legs burning from the sudden movement. His breath slowed instinctively, years of training kicking in as his wolf went unnaturally quiet beneath his skin, alert, waiting.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly through the house. The sound of cautious boots echoed in the room.

Whoever it was moved like they owned the place.

Roman slid behind the overturned chair just as the front door creaked open. The ...