Monica rose from her bed again and looked through the window. When she and Brian had arrived back to the pack house, and he parked the car, she was sure another vehicle had been following them. It had kept a fairly long distance from them, but every turn they took, it also took. It made her skin crawl, but she was hoping that her imagination was just playing tricks on her mind. Brian hadn't seen it. How could she feel something that an experienced werewolf wouldn't? It didn't make any sense.

Staring in the darkness, her eyes narrowed when she saw a familiar figure, running out of the house. She...