DANIEL

I floored the accelerator, the car fishtailing slightly as I tore out onto the main road.

The city lights smeared into long, jagged streaks of color against the windshield.

Every second felt like a decade.

My wolf was pacing, claws scraping against the bars of my consciousness, howling in frustration at the lack of a target, at the inability to protect the one man who mattered more than anyone else in our pack.

When the sterile, looming silhouette of the hospital finally rose out ...