Something was wrong.

My beast was restless. I couldn’t shake the thought that something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. Nate assured me that Angel was fine when I talked to him half an hour ago.

Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair as I glanced over at Mason.

“What’s the matter?” he questioned. “The couch too hard for your liking?”

I growled at him.

The woman’s house was small, only big enough for her family and not for extra guests. We ...