Zara stood near the tree line just beyond the edge of a small abandoned truck stop on the outskirts of a backroad town. The sky above was overcast, casting a grey light across the cracked pavement and rusted signs. She’d been holed up here for the night, her body finally done healing. But the wait had left her restless—and pissed.
Her side no longer burned. The gashes across her abdomen were now gone. But inside, she was still fuming.
Nathan Grey.
She hadn't expected him to be that strong—not just his wolf, but the control he held. Even with her years of training, her enhanced reflexes, she barely got out alive.
And now Jack had sent backup.
The sound of gravel crunching beneath tires broke the silence. A matte black SUV rolled up the dusty road, headlights off despite the thickening
