The headlights cut right through the tree line, and the rogues took that as their invitation. Voren wasn't rattled though, if anything, he was almost relieved.
Bloodfang had been coiled up and restless inside him for too long, longing so desperately for blood, and now here was somewhere to get it. Legally, even. He didn't waste a second.
The two Alphas moved together without discussing it, the way men move when they've been doing something long enough that their bodies just know.
Clothes split, fabric dropped away as they shifted, their wolves came surging up through them fast and violent, muscle and bone rearranging itself before the rogues even had time to fully register what was happening.
One of them broke wide and circled toward the passenger side toward Seraphine and got maybe three steps in that direction before Bloodfang's claws closed around the back of his neck.
