“Stay away from her.” Asher snarled, positioning himself between me and the thing. His growl was deep, animal, shaking the air.
The Skinwalker only smiled, sharp teeth gleaming. Then, in a blink, it dissolved into crows again, reappearing in the kitchen. The crash of dishes followed. Then it was in the hallway. Then upstairs. It moved like a phantom, everywhere at once.
“Keep it cornered!” Asher barked to his brothers.
The twins didn’t hesitate. Gage shifted partially, his arms bursting into thick fur and claws. Arlo followed, his fangs lengthening as he leapt after the creature. They were predators unleashed, their movements fluid, deadly.
But the Skinwalker was faster. It flickered in and out of rooms, appearing only long enough to taunt them before vanishing again. The sound of wing
