I paid the security guard at her building to give her the box of steaks I brought for her yesterday.

I run my hands over my face.

My wolf is deeply unhappy.

He wants her here, by our side, so we can protect her.

Her screams are still ringing in my ears from when Norman was hitting her.

"She must have provoked him."

My blood is as cold as the air outside as I wonder how many times Norman has been 'provoked' into laying his hands on Cynthia.

"Your phone's ringing." Robert elbows me.

I reach into ...