He was healing slowly, painfully slowly.

What had truly unnerved him over the past few days was last night, under the full moon, when he’d tried to shift. He couldn’t. The failure gnawed at him, forcing his mind back to the same question: What had Greg injected me with?

Since their argument, Veronica had vanished from the house. Nearly a week had passed without seeing her, or the werewolf maid, Bianca. He hoped his harmless flirtation hadn’t landed the maid in trouble.

Veronica had said he couldn’t leave because he was hers. What she’d really meant was that he was too weak to leave. And that was harder to accept...