Abby’s phone had died a few days earlier, and the location hadn’t shown exactly which one I’d find her in.
That was obviously a problem.
Considering how much the other werewolves in Moon Ridge liked the feral pack, I didn’t think they wereallbad. So if I started yelling in an attempt to find her, one of them would probably come out and point me in the right direction rather than just attacking me.
Probably, being the key word.
Hopefully, if not probably.
“Abby!” I called out, watching the houses around the lake for movement.
Nothing moved.
After giving it a minute, I raised my voice and yelled for her again. “ABBY!”
Everything was still quiet and calm.
Maybe the pack was out doing something.
I might have to drive around while I called her name after all.
Turning, I started the walk back to my truck, still calling for her.
“ABBY, WHERE ARE—” I stepped out from behind a tree, and nearly crashed into a guy. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded.
He wasn’t just a guy.
He was awerewolfguy.
And he caught me off guard so thoroughly that my natural instinct was to shove past him, so his body wasn’t separating me from my truck. I needed a way to get both myself and Abby away from the feral pack, and that vehicle was my best shot.
I finally spun around to face the guy, my heart beating wildly.
He was tall and shirtless. All he had on was a pair of fuzzy pajama pants, and somehow, they made his thick muscles look even bigger.
His dark hair was cut shorter on the sides and longer on top but looked like it had been growing out for months since it was last trimmed. The longest strands of his hair fell into his eyes, a few pieces drooping to his chiseled, pale cheekbones.
My blue eyes met his emerald greens—and mine widened with horror when the monster living in my chest shoved her way to the surface immediately.
She took control in an instant.
A raspy whisper unwillingly left my lips.
The word I hoped I’d never hear anyone say again. Including me.
“Mate.”
The awful pain that always ensued when my wolf and I collided had my back arching and a scream tearing through my lungs.
The guy stood completely still, and the look on his face was somewhere between shock and horror when I finally finished shifting and my wolf stared up at him.
His hands were in the air, like he was trying to surrender or something.
She studied him. Which forced me to study him too.
Hewasattractive. Too attractive for his own good, probably. The contrast of his emerald eyes and pale skin was sharp in a way that made me want to paint it, as ridiculous as it was.
There was something in those eyes, too.
