James
The wolf inside me stirred restlessly as I paced Derek's living room, waiting for him to finish his phone calls. Three days had passed since my transformation, and I still felt like I was wearing someone else's skin. The rage that came with my new nature pulsed beneath the surface, begging to be unleashed.
But I had to be smart about this. Patient.
The old James would have rushed in without a plan. The new James—the one with supernatural strength and centuries of inherited fury—knew better.
"Found someone," Derek said, hanging up his phone. "Her name's Maria. She's raised six kids of her own, and she's discreet. Won't ask questions about where you got the baby or where you're going."
"Good. When can she start?"
"Tomorrow. But James, are you sure about this? Using your daughter
