Lawrence’s POV

I charged forward, my heart beating in my ears, blocking out the confusion of the warehouse behind me. Mira’s cries were my guide, each desperate sound slicing through me like a blade. My wolf growled constantly, asking me to break free, but I couldn’t risk losing control. She needed me to focus. She needed me human.

“Let her go!” I roared, the sound echoing down the cold, empty hallways.

Ahead, I caught a glimpse of the man darting around a corner, Mira’s tiny ...