CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SNARLS AND YIPS WERE punctuated by sirens and Mina spun, sure the werewolves that still prowled the pre-dawn streets had found them again. Instead a sound closer by drew her attention back to the Sanctuary. Her Sanctuary.
"Where've you been?" Bee's voice was flat, the words spit out between tense lips. A cat, Seema, bounded down the stairs then skidded to a stop and hissed. Rhys rounded out the group at the top of the stairs, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand.
Mina tried to formulate an answer. "I —"
"And what's that doing here?" Bee looked past Mina's shoulder, her gaze hard and sharp like broken glass.
"I thought you'd decided to invite him into our home." Mina glanced over her shoulder, her eyes pulling together when she saw Hana's hand on the hil
