Chapter 233 We Aren't Like Them

• The door on Carrie’s side of the car springs open first, and Beau, in human form, grabs her by the arm and yanks her out of her seat. She topples down into the dirt of the construction site. Archer hops off the hood of the car. Through the windows, I can see Neil and Steven, also in wolf form, circling around her.
• My door is still locked, so I tug myself over the center console and exit through the driver’s side door. Beau is immediately there, taking me by the arm and helping to right me against the side of the car. His worried gaze trails down the length of me, as if looking for injuries.
• “I’m okay,” I say. “Well, except my arm.” It’s dangling at a weird angle.