The night seemed blacker than it ever had; the thick trees around the cabin were in full sway with the growing wind. Elena, her heart pounding in her chest, turned to look out of the small window. She felt her breath catch at the shapes of men moving stealthily through the shadows, closing in-armed and, for all intents and purposes, ready for a fight.Lucas was standing near the door, his back to her and Marcus, his broad shoulders tense. His eyes, golden, shining weakly in the dim cabin light, scanned outwards as every muscle coiled and readied."This isn't going to end well if we just sit here," Marcus whispered, his voice trembling."We're not sitting here doing nothing," Lucas snarled. His voice was different-deeper, rougher. His skin rippled, the first hints of a change. Elena stepped backward, her mind faltering to make sense of the image of his hands shifting, of claws bursting from the fingertips.She had never seen him this way before, not this close. The werewolf part of him
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