Chapter 28

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I walk to the Range Rover in the solar panel-coverd parking. I lift nose the air and snift, but all I smell is the cool spring air of the desert.

The moon beckons me, makes me itchy to shift and hunt for Kylie. I reach the vehicle and stop.

A dark head is visible in the passenger seat of my car. I know immediately it's her.

My body surges into emergency mode, the shift upon me. I don't know what to think someone's murdered her and put her in there. Or that she's waiting to kill me. Or she's committed suicide and left her body for me to find it.

I know its Kylie, and getting to her is a goddamn emergency, I rip open the door.

She's not dead. She's not even hurt. And she's not holding a gun.

All I find is a pale, tear-streaked face punctuated by huge, miserable eyes.

Relief and fury simultaneously flood my viens. I haul her out of the car by her wrist and slam the door. I don't smell fear on her, but she's docile like she knows she deserves m