Mordecai was in the middle of the room. His eyes glowing brighter and angrier than I had ever seen them before. I felt Wendy’s nails dig into the flesh of my arm as he stomped closer and closer. Each step rattled my brain. I could barely think.

“Leave.” His voice crackled with building anger, bordering on the edge of his wolf form. Wendy trembled next to me, harder than I was, and with every bit of strength, I pried her off me and pushed her away.

No matter what ...