Growls spilled from my throat. I maintained enough control not to change into the wolf that lurked beneath the surface, but I saw nothing beyond the red haze that enveloped my vision. There was another female scream, which I assumed was Cilla, since it didn’t sound at all like my sister, followed by a loud hissing. The man under me slid his arms through mine, and the heel of his hand jammed my chin up, snapping my head back. With one smooth, sinuous motion, he curled his legs in on himself and swung them around, catching me in the side and throwing me away from him. My head slammed into a wall, I slumped to the floor, and I lay there for a moment, stunned.
An unfamiliar voice shouted hoarsely, “No! No! Chloe, no!”