Eli POV
I sit there in my car, trembling, rage coursing through my veins. I can feel Simon trying to break free. My hands begin to shift into paws, my face begins to elongate, and fur begins to sprout from my skin. Trying to keep myself from shifting fully and destroying anyone who gets in my way, I force myself to take deep breaths until I can fully regain control of my wolf. Slowly my fur turns back into the skin, my face going back to its standard human form, and last, my claws turn back into my hands.
The last thing I heard was Christa’s scream, and that bastard said, “you’re right; it will be over your dead body.” After that, the line went dead. I have an overwhelming feeling of dread running through over the thought of what he could possibly be doing to her right now? Hearing the
