Convergence v

~ Back at the house, Zigor and Ichiro had a sit down with Marx and the others. They looked like their heads were going to explode. Helick had taken all their weapons to prevent any more—accidents from occurring if something else were to startle the men.

“He shot me,” Shea bit between her teeth. Her eyes were still all wolf, her anger causing heat to ripple from her skin. All she wanted to do was change. Her wolf fought her for dominance, slamming itself wildly against her self-control. There was more than anger burning in the pits of her stomach, but she focused on the anger alone. The implications of her other emotions she would ignore.

Ichiro approached Shea as he would a wild animal. He bent at the waist. “My apologies for earlier.”

She was opening her mouth to say something caustic when she jumped hissin