NIRVANA

“What’s going on?” I asked everyone when they received texts, except me and Zarah.

When they read the message and looked at me, I raised my brows, waiting for them to break the tension inside the bunker.

“What is it?” Zarah asked.

Instead of a reply, Knight growled. His eyes glowed as he showed us his phone’s screen with my picture.

I widened my eyes at how my picture looked— like a mug shot. “Why is my picture on your phone like I’m some kind of a criminal?”

“It’s an APB, a BOLO to all werewolves. Fuck.” His face was red in anger. His jaw clenched, and his phone...