by DJ Jennings
“She was a USA victim.”
Kade went cold. Stone cold. “She fucking what?”
“Two years ago. The guy shredded her. She had to have her pelvis reconstructed.”
Kade let out a low whistle.
“Damn. That’s rough. He raped her?” Kade’s voice went low with sympathy, with a tone that made Jack’s ears tingle.
Protectiveness.
“No. Damn close, though, according to the records.”
“So he just destroyed her pelvis for no reason?”
Jack had read her medical file. The look he shot Kade said more than enough.
An expression of resigned horror rippled across his brother’s face. Jack knew that look. it said:
There but for the grace of fate go I.
Kade was a shifter. He’d been fortunate, and in the army when his first shift occurred. He’d been carefully managed and controlled, shipped off to Camp Shifter for his month of training. Kade’s experience was fairly typical. Most shifters experienced The Morph without a major incident. But Kade’s status as a shifter loomed large in his mind.
Because Jack turned twenty-five in six days.
Chapter 5