ron

, was sweating profusely. He was practic

y staff member looking. We'll find h

e was a mask of cold fury. "My nephew is missing. In your club, Tucker. Do

ain doors to the

re washed over the room, silencing ever

ckled around me. The low-level wolves and humans in the room a

pleasantries. I stopped

was low, a controlled rum

ll figure stumbled through a serv

e

lanced through me. Julian and

the touch. A fever. Rage, cold and absolute, began to build in my chest. I slowly

my suit trousers with one small, desperate hand. With the other, he pointed insiste

contact. He never expressed a need fo

esperate, pleading anxiety I had never seen before. The f

, I gave a sharp nod to my he

n of grown men in dark suits down the hallway. He didn't hesitate, mak

for a key. One powerful kick and the doo

he first

hind him, Juli

ed us made my breath

tangled in the wreckage of a broken ladder

nds hovering over her face, a soft,

see her face clearly. It was pale, etched with pain, but

t through me. My inner wolf, a beast that had been silent and restles

her. Her breathing was shallow. The back of her s

the exposed skin of her wri

urrent so intense it felt like lightning. It arc

ils di

a

possible, she was fragile, human, wolfless, the Moon Goddess would not be so cruel-but my wolf was already roaring. It didn't ca

rotect.

not a

the oldest curse of my kind, and it had j

e betrayed nothing. But my hands-my hands were already moving, sliding beneath h

htness that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The m

ed out and clutched a strand of her dark hair that had fallen

of the club without a backward glance, leaving a r