Big Bad Puppy

Valera remained completely rooted to the blood-soaked dirt, her muscles locked in a brutal stalemate between the urge to strike and pure disbelief.

This creature was massive—easily dwarfing any shifter she had ever encountered. His pelt absorbed the ambient moonlight, a vast expanse of pure black stretched over thick, battle-hardened muscle.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

Is that his tail?