Without uttering a word, he dragged Sharon away from the flames, the all-consuming need to change slithering beneath his skin. He'd nearly lost it, and he badly needed to become his wolf, but nothing else was more important than getting Sharon away from there and deciding what in the devil was happening.
He.ed the door of the Jeep wide open, and Sharon slid inside, wrapping her arms around her husband's chest. During the whole ride, her legs were crossed and her gaze was distant, and the quiet between them was strained to the point of breaking. He had no clue how in the hell to bring up what happened, and Sharon.s appearance didn't exactly indicate that she was eager to talk about it either. He squeezed the steering wheel in frustration at how he couldn't quite get the words out around he
