“I got this, Luce,” echoed a feminine voice in my head that wasn’t mine. I blinked to see I was no longer in human form but wolf form. No longer in control as the mystery voice shoved me back before tearing into Tyrant viciously. She shook our head as she bit into his flank, and he whimpered before tossing her off and biting our back leg. Mitchell lay unconscious, and I saw Atticus jump into the fray, but my wolf stood over Mitchell’s limp body, and she growled, baring her teeth and snapping her jaws at them.
“Back off!” I bellowed through the mindlink, and Tyrant shook his head, cocking it to the side and staring at me. Atticus stepped too close, and she snapped her teeth at him when I heard the snapping of bones, yet she didn’t take her eyes off Ace’s wolf.
“Lucy?” Tyson’s voice said, shocked, off to the other side of me. Atticus growled but shifted back, and my wolf stretched her sharp claws on the ground, moving the veil and letting me come forward with her. She sniffed the air and growled at them before licking the side of Mitchell’s face that was between her front legs. He didn’t move, no reaction at all.
Both of my mates growled at her, and she snarled at them in return.
“Shift back!” Ace commanded at the same time as Tyson. She tried to fight their command and whimpered, having both of them force their auras over us and was forced to shift back. I cried out as my bones started snapping at an alarming speed.
“Sorry, Lucy,” she said in my head in a pained voice.
“What’s your name?” I asked her, thankful she had just saved my friend.
“Lucille.”
I stood on all fours naked, covering Mitchell’s body and panting hard from the transition.
“You shifted!” Tyson said, shocked and horrified. Ace reached for me, but I slapped his hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me unless you want to lose that hand,” I snapped at him.
Chapter sixty-nine
Lucy
Mitchell groaned underneath me, and I became very aware of the fact that I was crouched over him, completely naked. Ace growled as he rolled, and as awkward as it would be for poor Mitchell to open his eyes to my breasts hovering over his face, I was too scared to move in case they attacked. I knew they wouldn’t while I was positioned above him, so I wasn’t willing to move just yet.
Mitchell sat up, completely oblivious to me hovering over him. Ace growled when Mitchell smacked his face into the side of my breast. Tyson stalked off when I heard Mitchell’s voice.
“Ah, Lucy, why are you naked?” he asked, and I moved, so I was sitting in front of him between him and Ace. Mitchell sat up, and we must have been a strange sight to see. I had never shifted before, yet I was used to seeing other people naked all the time. But being naked myself, I felt extremely exposed. I heard the front door bang as it smashed against the wall. Tyson rushed out with a pair of shorts on and a handful of clothes. He tossed a shirt at me.
“Put it on,” he snapped, and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Lucy, put the fucking shirt on,” he growled as he handed Ace a pair of shorts before tossing pants at Mitchell.
“Stop looking at her,” Ace barked at Mitchell.
“I have a mate, chill out,” Mitchell said behind me as I pulled the shirt on. I was half-tempted to leave it off as a big fuck you to the pair of them, but I wasn’t comfortable being this exposed to the world, though Mitchell had seen plenty of my boobs before when we had sleepovers. No girl can keep their titties in a tank top while sleeping; he had seen plenty of nip slips or full-on boobage exposure.
“Not like I haven’t seen her naked before,” Mitchell muttered. Tyson stepped toward him, and a furious growl ripped from him.
“When the fuck did you see her naked?” Tyson growled, but I could hear the warning behind his voice if he answered wrongly.
“Relax, I am not interested in your mate. I used to be. Not since I found mine, though and to answer your question when she would sleep over.”Oh my god, Mitchell, stop talking. You are digging us a bigger hole to climb out of.
“You slept at his house naked in his bed?” I facepalmed at his stupidity.
“No, he meant he has seen pieces of me. You all have long before you knew I was your mate. Hard to contain all this. I have known Mitchell just as long, he has caught glimpses of me before, and we always slept head to toe,” I told them, wondering how the fuck their minds could go from wanting to kill Mitchell to this topic.
“Yeah, mom was always funny that way. Doors open and head to toe, so Lucy could kick me in the face all night,” Mitchell chuckled.
“Pretty sure they still want to kill him,” Lucille told me. It was so strange hearing a voice in my head that wasn’t my own.
“Well, technically, we are the same person. Therefore, your own voice. I am just the more sordid unrestrained version,” she told me.
“What a word choice to describe yourself,” I told her when I heard a menacing growl snapping me back to the issue at hand. Tyson had moved closer and was about to grab me. I could see that having a wolf thing would be a distraction.
“You just need to learn to focus on your surroundings while talking to me instead of trying to find me to speak to me. Multitask,” she said. Tyson’s hand wrapped around my wrist, but I twisted out of it.