Steam still clung to her skin when she stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair plastering to her shoulders. The first thing she saw when she stepped into the room was Erik.
His hands were frantic as he shoved supplies into a satchel with no sense of order, his breath sharp like a man cornered.
"What's going on?" she asked, stepping forward, and he shot her a brief look before turning his attention back to his task.
"We have to go," he rasped, not even looking at her again. His eyes were wide, almost wild, and when she made no move, he sighed, "Now, Rey. The Alpha is close; I saw Lycan guards a few yards away."
Her stomach lurched. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for argument. She knew better than to waste time with questions, so she hurried to his side, snatching up wha
