Chapter 19
By the time I flew through the door, wolf rampant behind my eyes, the living room was empty. Somehow, the realization that Justin and Wolfie must be facing off in a more private part of our little house felt even more ominous than the former’s unwanted presence had been in the first place, and I ran into the kitchen without bothering to soften the heavy thuds of my hurried footfalls.
The overhead light was on, the cupboard doors were standing open, and the center island was laden with debris of heavy snacking—definitely not the way we’d left our kitchen hours earlier. But there was still no sign of a living, breathing shifter, so I headed back into the main room before turning left toward the only rooms left to explore.
I heard Justin before I saw him, his deep, melodic voice
