Chapitre 221: The Prince and His Mate [3]

[Nikita]

"Well, I'll be damned."

"Holy mother of freckles."

"Oh well, at least it wasn't an attack."

"Do you think anyone survived this?"

"If only this was a drill," Nikita sighed defeatedly for the hundredth time today. He wasn't sure what he had expected when he came to the alarm that had gone off, but whatever he was looking at right now, this wasn't it.

They had traced the sound to the guest room and more specifically, Drew's guest room. None of them had known what to expect, so they had rushed in. However, when they got there, they were met with shards and the remainder of what was once the door to the room.

The splinters of the once mahogany door looked like they were spikes forming from the ground. As if that wasn't enough, they could see the inside of the room, and boy did it look different. The gray walls were filled with werewolf claws.