5
What the f**k was wrong with her?
As the unconscious wolf slumped on the truck floor pan in front of her, Toni drew a shaky breath. The movement reminded her of the syringe in her hand, and her fingers clamped around it as a drop of pinkish fluid fell from the sharp point. It splashed on the metal beneath her knees in what seemed like slow motion to her altered senses. With a curse she threw the syringe. The small tube shattered and then released an acrid stench of silver that made Toni’s lip curl into a snarl. f**k. She’d never get used to using that stuff.
Jerkily, her gaze returned to the man sprawled out on the cold metal. At least this time he hadn’t had convulsions. Movements stiff, she climbed out of his lap and backed up. But she didn’t take her eyes off him, alertness humming
