Sloane tugged her jacket tighter as the city wind carried the scent of rain and asphalt. She was about to call a cab when the low growl of engines rolled down the quiet street.
A line of black SUVs eased to a stop at the curb, sleek, tinted, unmistakably pack vehicles.
She froze.
The door of the front car opened, and a driver stepped out. “Miss Sloane, Alpha Volkov sent for you.”
Her pulse skipped. She hadn’t expected him tonight.
Before she could respond, a small hand caught hers. “Aunt Sloane!” Jeremy grinned from the back seat, his little fangs flashing when he smiled too wide. “Come on! We’re going for dinner!”
“I…uh, I can just grab a cab.” she started, only to see Dominic step out of the second car.
His presence quieted the night. The streetlamps flickered fain
