The sun was setting over Sasi Mountain in a blaze of color, the forest fire lending the sky deep reds and oranges. I tried to lose myself in the beauty of it-even for a moment-as my government-issued Jeep Cherokee bounced over the rutted road leading to the Yabood Pack house. But my mind wouldn't shut up. Whirling like the smoke in the air, dark and suffocating.

How much longer did I have before I went fully feral? How was Emmaus after our sparring session turned into an attack? And who the hell had set the fire? The questions chewed at me, and not knowing the answers just p*ss*d me off...