would change things. All the colors, not just auras, had overwhelmed me. Everything had just been too loud. I’d need to practice because it was a useful tool.

I opened my eyes and looked at Mack, still in wolf form next to me. “You okay?”

All right. It was kind of a dumb question. Blood streamed from a bullet hole in his side, but he nodded anyway. Lycanthropes were tough like that.

I pulled out my cell phone and called Runner. I figured he’d be pissed, and I wasn’t wrong, but he said he’d meet us at my apartment.

“Can you make it that far?” I asked Mack.

He nodded again. The heaving in his sides was slowing.

I pulled out some of my first aid stuff and patched him up as best I could. He gave me a canine grin of thanks,...

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