Garret was now long gone and so was the content of Nicole’s coffee mug.

She gazed at the empty doorway through which Marisol had exited a while ago with a forlorn look, a sigh leaving her lips.

Her wolf had become more protective of Marisol recently. It was like it could tell that something was wrong. She felt it too, but Marisol continued to prove stubborn.

A shudder runs through her as she recalls the terror that overcame her whole being just a few hours ago, threatening to rip her heart ...