They weren’t quiet in their clash. In fact, Lucy’s feral strength was so immense that, in her gargantuan werewolf form, she hurled Kain straight through the window. The frame buckled with a violent crack as shards of glass exploded outward, glittering in the sunset like malevolent stars, startling the two witches who had been casually bantering outside.

Both witches froze, hearts seized in their chests. Georgia’s breath caught for Kain, while Meredith’s pulse quickened for Lucy. For a fleeting heartbeat, Meredith thought her precious wolf had been bested, but a sly, proud smile curled her lips when she realized it was not Lucy who faltered, but the man who loved...