CHAPTER 29

The brothers advanced on them, their eyes greedy and hungry for a fight. They were changing but the process for them seemed less fluid than it did when Russel changed. It almost looked painful. Their faces were even twisted into snarls of pain. Ro, the tall, slender one, was nearly bent over double, his eyes glaring at the two of them the whole time. The other three brothers didn’t look much better off, but they, at least, weren’t bent over double. “What’s wrong with them?” Lola asked, taking a cautious step forward. “The change is typically not…pleasant,” he explained. His eyes kept track of each brother. “For some, like these assholes, it’s worse.” She leaned in and whispered to him. “When you start to change, it doesn’t look like it hurts.” He didn’t respond but shot her a smile. The comment did a lot to boost his confidence. Werewolves that had an easier time with their change were often viewed as weak, like the ease somehow lessened them. Lola’s words sounded like she thought