I sat in my truck outside James's house for three hours, watching the windows, waiting for something anything that might give me a clue about where Lily had gone.

The bastard had gone to bed around midnight, turning off the lights like he didn't have a care in the world. Like his wife wasn't missing somewhere in the city, possibly hurt, definitely scared.

Like he hadn't caused her to lose their baby.

The thought made my wolf pace restlessly under my skin. I'd felt it happen—the ...