Chase was silent the entire drive. I had screamed at him, but it didn’t make him respond. Finally, I’d given up and, slumping my shoulders, stared at the window so I could avoid seeing his face—a face that didn’t even look like his anymore. Only Jesse’s.

Annoyance warred with frustration in my head. I couldn't believe Chase had just kidnapped me. And all I could think about was Greyston’s words in the car. Alpha? What did that mean? Maybe it had something to do with Chase being the president. Or a werewolf…

My head was all over the place. Had I really just thought they had been talking about a...