??? POV
I tap my fingers impatiently on the old rusty metal handle of the lawn chair that I’m sitting in and look toward the barely visible black ocean in front of me.
Even with the soothing sound of the ocean, my impatience is growing high.
He’s never this late. Did he get caught?
All my years of careful planning, are they ruined?
I glance again at my watch. It’s 3:00 in the morning.
I pause my fingers and listen carefully, but all I hear is the sound of gentle waves crashing.
I let out a long sigh and start tapping again.
Even though most of the lycan traits have been diluted through decades of inferior mating, the one thing both my cousin Jason and I can still do is disguise our scents.
While I still have some resemblance of the lycan traits, being nearly 7 feet tall and mus
