Charles
The next minute I am in my car, engine roaring as I pull out at a speed that would get anyone else arrested. My wolf howls inside me, furious and frantic. If I could cut through the woods and shift, I would reach her in seconds. Daylight and open roads force restraint I hate.
My thoughts fracture. Who would dare touch her again. Who thinks they have the right. My grip tightens on the steering wheel until my knuckles burn.
I reach the clinic in record time.
Police vans are parked out front. Officers stand around talking like this is just another inconvenience in their day. Two of my men pace nearby, stiffening the second they see me. I do not acknowledge them. Their reckoning can wait.
I push through the clinic doors.
“Molly,” I call.
She is sitting near the desk, Snow press
