It happens in a flash. Ambrose is beside me and then he’s shifted, lunging over the table toward his brother.

Sebastian meets him in his own wolf form and there’s a clash of fur and snarling.

I yank the sword from under the table, shoving my chair back and out of the way. When I look back again, the whole hall has shifted. They’re tearing at each other’s throats, snapping and biting.

A moment of pure fear shoots through me. ...