. Her

ger. Heat rolled off my body, and I felt the pull deep in my bones. My wolf wanted out. Wanted to finish what had been started.

didn't want that. Well, part of me did-but I couldn't risk it. People were already suspicious. Already scared.

took a st

ng in me-something that thrilled at the sound. It would be so easy to shift, even without the moo

as the need to move. To hunt. I looked up at the sky, saw the moonlight through the trees. My stomach t

s to move, taking me back to my house a short distance away. The trees blurred as I ran, every footstep driving me harder. I burst

happened. Like this night hadn't lit something wild inside me. Temptation and rage-two emotions that never left me alone. They alwa

re now, though. After what happened-when me and my friends were attacked after high school-I didn't have m

tried for years before giving up. They figured I was crushed by the loss, by the guilt. And they weren't wrong.

ime. Until nights like this. Nights when my wolf locked onto a scent. But this time was worse. So much

s, the crunch of leaves. And they just made me move faster. The branches scratched

en I heard

y head-of her scent, of her blood. I pushed them aside and picked up speed. My wolf gr

e broken window, holding my breath. If

eth. I quickly unlatched her seatbelt and pulled her out. Her head fell against my chest a

d, trying not to look too closely at her

y phone at home. "Do you have a phone I can use? I d

le. My purse,

o sit up. "No, don't. Lay back and

n fear. I couldn't look away. She had light eyes, soft lips, a small perfect nose. Then she moved

d, voice sharp. "Something big. I saw it."

act to her racing heartbeat. It m

," I said. "Are you su

k at me, ponytail