Raul shows up at my door at five in the morning with two travel mugs of coffee and an expression that makes my stomach flip.
"Get dressed," he says, his eyes tracking over my sleep-rumpled appearance in a way that makes me hyperaware I'm wearing thin pajama shorts and a tank top. "We're taking a trip."
"A trip." I blink sleep from my eyes. "To where?"
"Somewhere you'll get answers." He holds out one of the mugs. "You have ten minutes, pequeña. Don't make me wait."
The command in his voice does something to my wolf. She perks up, interested, ready to follow wherever he leads.
I should probably be concerned about that.
"What should I pack?"
"Overnight bag. Comfortable clothes. Training gear." His gaze drops to my mouth, then away. "And something nice for dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Nine min
