Nicole's Pov
Grace and I sit in the quiet of the doctor's lounge, each with a cup of coffee in hand. The warm aroma of the coffee does little to calm my restless mind. My thoughts keep circling back to Zachary, his piercing gaze, the unsettling confidence he carried, and, most of all, the revelation that he’s a werewolf.
How could I not have noticed?
I’m so lost in thought that I almost don’t hear Grace until she clears her throat and speaks. “I mind-linked Drake about Zachary,” she says, her voice calm but firm. “Drake and Aiden are on their way. They’re hoping to track him, maybe see where he came from.”
I nod my head slowly, trying to process the situation. “I just don’t understand,” I say, my brow furrowing. “If he’s a werewolf, how did he cut his hand so badly that he needed stitc
