Free Taming Kiera (Therian Agents Book 3) by Chantel Seabrook

Kiera’s heart clench.
    Jenna glanced back at her, eyes once again light. “I hope my brother smartens up. He could use a little fire in his life.”
    “I wouldn’t put money on it,” Kiera said dryly.
    Jenna smiled and shook her head. “We’ll see.”
    Another sliver of lightning lit up the sky and cast shadows across the backyard. Something in the yard caught her eye. The shadow moved and a soft light flickered.
    “Did you see that?” Kiera asked, sitting straighter. The skin prickled at the back of her neck.
    “What?”
    Kiera glanced back at Jenna. A small, red circle dotted her forehead.
    “Get down,” Kiera screamed, dropping her cup and lunging for her.
    They hit the ground hard as glass shattered around them, and rain poured violently into the room.
    An alarm screeched above them and a series of howls sounded from the darkness.
    “Wolves,” Jenna hissed.
    “What do we do?” Kiera’s throat had gone dry, and her limbs felt heavy, useless.
    Jenna’s dark eyes grew hard, focused. “Can you shift?”
    Kiera shook her head as panic itched its way up her chest.
    Glass crunched underneath heavy footsteps. Whoever had taken the shot was in the room. Through the slits in the overturned wicker chair, she could see the man. Two large, dark gray wolves flanked him on either side.
    “When I attack, get out of here.”
    “No.” Kiera reached for her, but Jenna moved too quickly.
    Jenna lunged at the man, shifting midair. For a moment, Kiera forgot her fear and watched in awe at the ease and fluidity of the transformation.
    The man was taken off guard, and Jenna’s lioness sunk its teeth deep in his jugular. The two wolves didn’t hesitate to attack.
    Jenna’s command to run echoed in her brain, but she couldn’t move. Even if she couldn’t shift, she had to do something. She looked desperately around the room for a weapon. The man’s gun was still clutched in his lifeless hand. If she could get to it, she could help Jenna.
    An anguished sound wrenched from the lioness’ throat as one of the wolves bit into her hind leg.
    Fear pulsed through Kiera’s veins. She crawled across the room. Her hand was inches from the gun when a roar vibrated through the air. She grabbed the gun and spun around, aiming it at the massive male lion that bounded through the broken window.
    It made quick progress with the remaining wolves.
    Kiera scrambled towards Jenna, who had shifted back to human form and lay unconscious and bleeding on the floor.
    With the wolves dead, the lion stalked towards them. She didn’t know how, but she knew this wasn’t Jacob.
    “Stay back.” Kiera pointed the gun. Her breath trembled as she tried to draw air into her lungs.
    The lion crouched low, then slowly retracted back, shifting in the form of a man. Even compared to Jacob, the man was enormous. Long, dark blond hair hung past his shoulders, and his intense hazel eyes glowed like copper in the dim light.
    He grabbed the quilt from the chair and wrapped it around his waist before kneeling beside Jenna and running a hand over the fresh wounds on her body. His hand stilled when it reached the crisscross of old scars on her abdomen.
    He exhaled slowly. 
    “Who are you?” Kiera whispered, lowering the gun.
    “Hunter Sinclair,” Jacob’s voice roared from the doorway, a weapon trained on the man. His eyes blazed with fury. “Step away from my sister.”
    Chase moved in behind Jacob, his expression just as lethal. “I knew I smelled a rat. I knew you went bad, but I never thought you’d go this far.”
    “I’m not your enemy.” Hunter put his hands up in surrender. “I’m not working with them. I followed Jenna here. I didn’t intend to make contact.” He swallowed hard. “You know I’d never hurt her.”
    Jacob glanced at the bodies on the floor, then turned his cold gaze on Hunter. His finger twitched over the trigger.
    Darkness slashed at his features and there was murder in his eyes.
    “He’s telling the truth,” Kiera