Zaros followed his senses, using the bond he had with his Luna to figure out where the hell she was. He was in wolf form, his ears flat and his nose twitching. He leaped through a window into the building, cutting himself on some broken glass but not caring. It would heal relatively quickly anyway.

He rushed through the old, run down warehouse, barely registering the splatters of dry blood on the wall. As he got closer and closer to where he sensed Gina, his ears perked up. He was ...