3
Charlie
I drive back to California and go to my small apartment.
The mountains are calling me. I had the urge to shift and run in Tucson but held it together. I was on a job. Now, with nothing to fill my time, I can’t stop thinking about it.
It’s either that or beat down agent Annabel Gray’s door because I can’t seem to get her scent out of my nostrils or the dirty thoughts out of my mind.
Fuck. I have to get myself under control.
My phone blinks with an incoming call. Annabel’s burner phone. “Dune speaking.”
“Charlie?” Annabel sounds breathless, frightened.
Immediately, my senses go haywire—adrenaline spiking, heat flushing through. My cells try to rearrange like my body wants to shift to wolf form. I suck in a deep breath and force the urge back down.
“Annabel? Where are you?”
