POV: Jake
Frank’s plans were always beautiful right up until reality took a crowbar to them.
The strategy had been simple, clean, and textbook Frank: get Kim to the Packhouse, lock her safely inside the human quarters on the lower level, and then take to the woods outside to let the shift rip us apart in peace. It was a good plan. It was efficient.
But the Packhouse was forty miles away, our bikes were currently being ridden into the sunset by Reid’s retreat team, and we were trapped in a single-room hunting cabin with a rusted roof, zero interior doors, and exactly sixty minutes left on the clock.
I stood by the cold hearth, my hands buried in my pockets so I wouldn't start pacing. I couldn't see the moon through the heavy log walls, but I didn't need to. I could feel it. A slow, loca
