Chapter 11
I didn’t want to move, but Malachi was relentless. As soon as the supposed cop sounded the all-clear, my cousin led me down the rapidly emptying street and into a vacant garage. There, I hopped up onto a workbench so I could peer out the lone, dirt-encrusted window and watch the final agent retreat into his vehicle and drive off.
The serenity of the neighborhood returned as quickly as it had initially fled, but solitude wasn’t enough to soothe my wolf. She and I were both inconsolable by this point, our legs prancing and our ears pinned as we struggled against the urge to burst through the window and run down the street after our disappearing mate. Wasting time on subterfuge seemed like the worst possible solution when Sebastien was being drawn further and further away by the
