Maxwell's POV
The night stretched out, every second ticking, like heavy grains of sand falling through an hourglass. My head spun in circles with the weight of the task given to me. For the first time, she was trusting me this much, and yet a wee nagging felt like something important was left out. About one thing I was certain: doubt did creep into my brain, yet Alex was definitely up to no good and Laura was in grave danger. Some way or another, I had to save her.
A memory tugged at my consciousness-her lips on mine, soft and unexpected. I'd fantasized about this, thought about it so many times. Yet, when it happened, the second had passed in the bat of a lash. My heart raced once more with the memory, the fleeting feeling of everything being right. Our wolves did connect, there was no
