Bo
I have a hard time not shifting. All the adrenaline dumping into my bloodstream makes my wolf want to come out and tear throats.
Soon.
I have to keep my head for now, though. Have to get Sloane safe.
I put the painting and gold bars in my backpack and start hoofing it to the meeting location, since I don’t have my own wheels. At first I think it’s the same location Sloane’s phone last registered before it went off, but it’s about a mile away.
I don’t let myself think of the things that they might’ve done to her by now. If I do, I’ll shift and rip my clothes right off.
I find the warehouse, but there’s no one around, so I lean my back against the cold metal wall to wait. Five minutes later, a souped-up Caddy shows up. The windows are tinted—probably bullet-proof windows. I can’t se
