EVERYTHING APPEARED simpler through the eyes of my animal half. We were moving in the proper direction—toward our distressed mate rather than away. And even though Malachi was growling out his displeasure at the idea of driving directly into the heart of unnamed danger, my companion’s scent proved his loyalties lay with me rather than with Scary Guy.
Still, my wolf whined, trying to speed the vehicle along with the force of our mind. And in response, Malachi reached over to rest one soothing hand atop my ruff. “We’re almost there, little cousin,” he told me, his deep rumble soothing the hurry, hurry, hurry that filled my head, if only for a little while.
But it soon became clear that we weren’t getting any closer after all. Because a police barricade blocked off the street we’d been abou
