I left. Oh my goodness. I left.
I left the mission. I left my mate. I effing left! Wow.
My wolf was snarling non stop at me to turn back.
‘Back. Back. Back!’ She snarled.
Then I started to take off my clothes. My hands quivered in fear. It wasn’t the fear of being alone. Or leaving my mate behind. It was the fear of my wolf.
*******A Year Ago ********
“Hey, Cosi. Excited about your first shift?” Winifred asked, walking past me without
a shirt on.
Yay. First shift.
I was one, if not the only rogue who had yet to shift. My wolf was feral already. How was I going to manage to shift? How was I going to manage to regain my sanity after giving control to my wolf?
“Ciao Padre,” I greeted my father as I entered his study in Las Vegas.
“Bambi,” He answered offhand,
