Chapter 21: Race Against the Moon

Enzo’s

I sat in my office, my head pounding, the weight of the full moon tomorrow pressing down like an oncoming storm. Noah’s face kept flashing in my mind—scared, confused, but pulling at something deep inside me, a primal need. Moses, my wolf, was restless, growling, urging me to go to him, to claim him before it was too late.

I pushed him down, my hands clenching the edge of the desk. My phone rang, shrill and sharp, cutting violently through my ...