I had gone home to get ready for tonight. The full moon was expected to appear, and the sky was clear from clouds. My bones were aching, and I had spent all day in a tub of warm water to try and soothe them.
I was currently nursing a glass of whiskey by my crackling fireplace with an old book of poems on my lap. I cursed as the door was flung open and a concerned Mike raced up beside me.
"What the f**k do you need, Mike?" I brought my glass to my lips.
"They have Amy," Mike licked his lips and spoke between pants. "Christian and his pack have Amy."
I suddenly roared and stood up, throwing my glass into the fire and rushing up to pin Mike against a wall. "Where is she?" I seethed in my anger.
"I don't know." Mike swallowed hard and panted. "I don't have her scent to track her. Got wor
