WARREN'S FACE BESPOKE the trouble his words made real.
“How did that happen? Jake was watching him.”
“Less questioning,” he said pulling on a pair of gym shorts. “More dressing.” He jerked his head toward a pile of clothes on the nightstand by the bed.
“These aren't mine.”
“We always got extra clothes here at the compound.”
She eyed the lightweight sweats and T-shirt warily, then shrugged and put them on. “Do you have any idea where he's gone?” Noelle heard the casual tone in her voice. She should be more concerned. Why wasn't she more concerned?
They headed downstairs. “Have you drugged me?”
Warren stopped on a landing. “No, do you feel sick?”
“I'm strangely unbothered by the fact that my werewolf son has gone missing hours before nightfall on the first night of the full moon. Di
