I couldn't sleep.
Every shadow outside my window could be a wolf. Every creak of the building could be someone coming for me. I sat on my couch with a baseball bat across my knees until dawn, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin.
By the time my alarm went off at six AM, I'd already been awake for hours.
I got to Knight Industries early, hoping to beat the crowd and maybe catch a few minutes of peace before the day started. The parking garage was nearly empty, just a few cars scattered across the vast concrete expanse.
Christian's Mercedes was already there.
Of course it was. The man probably lived at the office.
I tried to ignore the way my pulse quickened at the sight of his car, the way my wolf perked up with interest. Last night was a wake-up call. I couldn't af
