KIERAN'S POV

The smell hit me when I walked into the parking garage. Dark magic. Rotten. Wrong.

My wolf stirred inside me. Angry. Ready to hunt.

I stopped at the concrete wall. Claw marks. Deep ones. Four lines gouged into the stone.

Something big made these. Something dangerous.

And it was getting closer to Claire.

I touched the marks. Still warm. This happened maybe an hour ago.

My phone rang. Marcus from security.

"Boss, we have another problem. Third floor. Near ...