Dorian waited until Clara stepped inside the house before calling Sam.
“Any luck on the trail?” he asked.
“No, not yet. We found his bike, but the bastard’s nowhere to be seen.”
Dorian said nothing. In an instant, his body shifted, bones stretching, muscles thickening, until a massive wolf stood where he had been. Larger than his father and most alphas, Dorian possessed not just sheer strength, but a calculating mind. He knew both his advantages and his limits. Above all, he valued control. Even in his beast form, his mind remained razor-sharp.
He didn’t rush. Instead, he sniffed the air, letting his heightened senses do the work. A wolf could catch a scent from nearly three kilometers away — their nose was forty times more sensitive than a human’s, capable of distinguishing over two h
