I woke up to the feeling of someone staring at me. When I opened my eyes, Mom was standing in my doorway with her arms crossed and the most disapproving expression I'd seen in months. Her scent was thick with anxiety and anger - emotions that put my wolf on edge.

"Good morning to you too," I mumbled, sitting up in bed and rubbing my eyes.

"Don't 'good morning' me, Paxton Blake," Mom said, her voice tight with barely controlled anger. "I know where you were last ...