Her wolf didn’t sound like she always did, sarcastic and biting. Now she was soothing, a balm to frayed nerves. She almost sounded … motherly.
Red.
You were never alone, Giuliana. I’ve always been what you need, when you need it. Let me take it.
Red …
Let go, Giuliana. I’m here.
She sank, fading into the darkness. Warm fur wrapped around her, heat and power. Her claws exploded from her fingers.
Let go.
Don’t hurt anyone, okay?
Never. You will see.
“Shif—”
“Don’t make her.”
Dominic’s Alpha call wrapped around her, freezing her shift mid-motion. Her cells burned, screeching to a standstill instantly, but Pasquale’s demand broke the power. She rushed for her change, pulling it around her.
“Are you out of your fucking mind? She’s going feral and my wife is here. Shif—”
“She won’t, and she is my mate.”
The world froze. Romano in front of Zoey, crouched low and teeth bared. Dominic was in front of Pasquale, his gaze riveted on Giuliana but the warning in position clear. He’d rip Pasqual apart to get to her. But Pasquale didn’t move or back away.
He stood firm, his hand out to her the whole time.
Red?
Snow!
Safe?
She’s scared. She can’t be scared, not like this.
We will protect her.
Giuliana landed on all fours in the room, muzzle up in the air and sitting on her haunches. The memories weren’t so loud now. They faded to a buzz on the edge—insistent, but not clear enough to hurt anymore.
Good. He smells good.
Warm fingers threaded through the thick scruff right behind her ear, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She like that, a lot. Pressing her body into the touch, she whined softly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dominic raged.
Male, don’t piss me off.
He’s our Alpha.
Red snorted. Alpha or not, he won’t be much if I bite off his balls.
What happened?
This voice was Pasquale’s instead of Snow, and Red liked the way he sounded too. A lot.
