not a werewolf. I didn’t have to listen to the savage beast inside me. And I
 
 was not getting wrapped up with Jaxson Laurent. I plopped down on the
 
 couch, tightly crossed my legs, and let the towel and shadows settle around
 
 me.
 
 With a click, Jaxson unlocked the door and swung it open.
 
 Sam stepped in and cupped her hand to her mouth, covering a wide grin.
 
 “What did I interrupt? It smells like a Brazilian steakhouse in here, and you
 
 are a very rare steak, Savy!”
 
 The scarlet drained from my hair and flooded across my face as my very
 
 soul withered.
 
 Oh. God.
 
 I should have let the sorcerer kill me.
 
 Sam clapped her hands, laughing. “Oh, shit, I am so, so sorry, you two.”
 
 Jaxson closed the door behind her with a wry smile.
 
 My neck burned with embarrassment and rage. Where had her enthusiasm
 
 been when we’d kissed the last time? She’d ripped me a new one.
 
 But I hadn’t been a werewolf then. Just a dirty, expendable LaSalle. Now
 
 I was some sort of half-breed. Did that really make things better?
 
 Sam gave me a wicked grin and waved the spare clothes at me. “Are you
 
 sure you still need these? Should I come back later?”
 
 “Cool it, Sam,” Jaxson growled. “We’re in fucking trouble, and we need
 
 a plan.”
 
 She nodded. “Yeah, I was just excited because you seem to be embracing
 
 the m—”
 
 Jaxson gave Sam a look that practically made the walls of the penthouse
 
 shake. My skin chilled as his power washed over us both, and I was certain
 
 the temperature had dropped twenty degrees.
 
 She shrank back. “Right. Sorry.”
 
 What the hell had that been about?
 
 Clearly, I didn’t understand a fucking thing about these wolves.