I ran.
I barely made it out of that parking garage alive.
My keys had become weapons, slicing through the air as I broke free from Vanessa's circling wolves. My car's tires screamed against concrete as I floored it, Vanessa's ice-blue eyes burning in my rearview mirror like twin flames of rage.
The drive home was a blur of adrenaline and terror.
Back in my apartment, I locked every single deadbolt, chain, and security latch I had. My hands were still shaking twenty minutes later. My wolf was on high alert, ears metaphorically pricked for any sound that might signal pursuit.
I needed answers. Fast.
My laptop glowed in the darkness as I searched for information about werewolf territorial laws. What I found made my blood run cold.
Unclaimed wolves needed explicit pack p
