“There’s no option. We have to find an antidote. And until we do, we
cover this—” My fangs erupted, and fur bristled along my skin as my wolf
began to tear itself free. He was growing more desperate to get out every
second that I was near Savannah. I staggered back.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “He wants to meet her. Now. That can’t happen.”
Our mate! my wolf growled from deep inside of me.
Sam gripped my shoulder. “I’ll take care of Savannah. Go. Run your
wolf, clear your head.”
Barely able to control my wolf any longer, I grabbed my keys and headed
to the door. But I turned before I left as the chill of dread trickled through my
veins. “Watch over her, Sam. And remember, do not fall asleep.”
14
Savannah
I woke with a gasp. Another fucking nightmare.
At least the sorcerer hadn’t invaded my dreams this time.
I turned over to go back to sleep, but I froze, eyes wide. These weren’t
my sheets.
Every sense in my body screamed at me. I sat up, and my heart clenched
as I looked around. Holy shit. Where was I, and how did I get here?
Clutching the white bedsheet around me, I scanned the room.
Think, think, think.
Light streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake,
and I squinted. It was almost blinding. The décor was minimalist and sleek.
Expensive. White floors, gray walls.
I racked my brain for any memory of how I had gotten here. Fragmentary
images of last night filtered through my mind like rain. The sound of cicadas.
Casey. The bonfire.
Panic flickered in my chest. Oh, shit, had I had a one-night stand with one
of Casey’s friends?
I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I’d been pissed, and I’d left.