She was looking for the eye. I needed to do something. Ethan could handle himself and the best I could do was lessen the chances of him getting hurt.

Blue flames tickled my fingers with frost biting my claws. The rapid snapping of bones followed as white fur pushed through the skin of my arms and legs to cover my beast-like limbs.

“Release,” I breathed out to myself, throwing my hands forward to push the frost and flames at Vorare, who had pushed a rabid Khalid off him.

Tyler had ...