It’s almost daybreak when I push the elevator button for the penthouse. I touch the siltstone in my pocket. I went back for it after I convinced my wolf that Nevaeh was safe with her family. I’d have gotten back to the Tower earlier except it was a devil to find a small rock in the dark without my wolf’s vision.

He’s gone again, a dark blur behind a thick, clouded pane.

I’m exhausted and wired and I feel like shit warmed over.

I check my phone. There’s a picture of Derwyn’s wrist with his watch reading 4:29 a.m. in the foreground with the outline of Nevaeh’s trailer behind.

Same....