Riley

The rusted hinges of the side entrance groaned loudly as I shoved the metal panel open with my shoulder, and the damp air inside the warehouse smelled heavily of old sawdust, gasoline, and the distinct, sour scent of silver weapons, but I didn't hesitate for a single second as my bones cracked and elongated, my clothes tearing away as I shifted into my massive gray wolf form while Fantine slipped past my flank to secure the western exit door to ensure none of Vance's people could escape into the dark woods.

Three inner guards raised their automatic rifles from behind a row of heavy forklifts, their fingers tightening on...