Being an outcast from the shifter community was the least of my concerns.

As negative thoughts and fears reeled in me, I started to cry, my quiet sobs in sync with the rising and falling of Jason’s chest, before exhaustion dragged me under.

I finally fell asleep with my nose buried against the vampire’s broad chest.

Intense light simmering outside the cave woke me. I pried open my eyes, realizing it was already high noon. I peeked at my companion, who seemed to be in a coma. That was ...