-Trevor-

I couldn’t let that bastard take Leana away from me just like that.

I struggled, trying to break free from these restraints. Whatever they did to me, it prevented me from shifting. Fuck.

It seemed like Leana was experiencing the same thing because all she could do was scratch and kick without shifting into her lycan form.

They knew something—some weakness of werewolves—that I didn’t.

That man—I was sure he was Gary, the college friend Corrine had mentioned—kept dragging Leana into the darkness until I could no longer see her, only hear her screams.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I kept cursing as I struggled harder. The more I fought, the...