Chapter 40: WarrickIt was once again the time of the full moon, and my body ached and shattered as it shifted into my wolf form. The first time I’d shifted, I’d thought I was going to die, but I’d come out on the other side more powerful than ever—a being to truly be feared.
Now, ears flattened to my skull, tongue lolling, and my body low to the ground, I raced over the countryside. I had to reach my mate before the moon sank behind the horizon. And to the devil with the gypsy woman, who’d declared the beautiful man wasn’t destined for me.
Trees, houses, towns flashed by in the blink of an eye, and then I reached the edge of the stinking metropolis that was London. I remembered it from before, and my nose wrinkled, and I whined in protest at the smells that bombarded that sensitive organ
