Charles
I pull into the Bennett mansion with another car.
Before leaving the hospital, I made Eric check every part of it himself. I wasn’t taking chances again. Not after seeing Molly unconscious in my arms.
The memory makes my grip tighten on the steering wheel.
A guard steps forward as I stop at the gate. “Who are you?”
“Charles Hale.”
He pauses, touches his earpiece, listening to someone. After a moment, he nods.
“You can go in.”
The gates open.
I drive in slowly, but inside me everything is anything but calm. My chest feels tight. My wolf is restless, pacing, furious. All I can see is Molly’s pale face. The blood on her hair. The way her body went limp.
I park and step out.
I don’t even look at the mansion. I don’t care about the size, the wealth, the guards standing every
