They are Sophia’s.

I get to my feet. What is happening? How am I able to feel her emotions?

There’s something else, something I can’t quite put my finger on. A sense of urgency that my wolf reacts to. The beast is uneasy inside the cage of my mind, pacing and growling.

I have to find her.

I need to know where she is and make sure she’s unharmed. My hand is already on the doorknob, and I turn it only to see my mate reaching the top of the stairs. Her face is flushed, her body ...