The full moon was calling to my wolf, and I was losing the fight to ignore it.
I'd been hiding in the warehouse for three hours, pacing like a caged animal while supernatural energy built under my skin. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to shift, to run, to find Christian, and to complete whatever was pulling us together.
My phone buzzed with another unknown number.
*The moon sees everything, Sophie. You can't hide from us.*
I deleted the message, but my hands were shaking. Tom was out there somewhere, probably coordinating with Harold to track me down. And here I was, trapped by my own supernatural biology.
My wolf clawed at my consciousness, demanding release. The lunar pull was getting stronger by the minute, making it impossible to think straight.
"Come on, S
