Rafe
As soon as Teddy touched down, I tore out of the helicopter. Now I’m in the Jeep, zooming up the switchbacks, taking each turn on two wheels.
I can’t reach Adele. She left the house. She disobeyed me.
And deep down, my wolf thinks it’s my fault. I don’t know what game Dieter’s playing, but my wolf instincts tell me to get back to Adele. ASAP.
I never should’ve left.
I try to call her cell and the house, taking the next turn with only one hand on the wheel. Nothing.
Fuck!
My phone buzzes, and I answer. It’s Lance–who’s been texting me since I read the note and raced out of the scene of destruction.
“Did you reach her?” he asks by way of greeting.
“Not yet.”
“I contacted Kylie,” he says. “There are cameras all through that house–she had turned them off for privacy but just did
