"Forty-eight hours?"I repeated.

"I'm sure your mom can take him back to wherever she found him," Ebony offered.

If he was a dog, that would’ve worked.

Given that he was a hunting werewolf, I was thinking it was a no-go.

"I'll call her tomorrow," I managed to say, glancing at the clock. It was almost midnight; she was asleep.

"Sorry. I even called my advisor, but she agreed with Sterling," Madeline apologized. "There's a twenty-pound limit."

"Thanks for trying." I ...