"I’m fine, Mom," I said, balancing my phone between my shoulder and ear as I slid off my cherry-red Ducati. After hanging my helmet on the handlebars, I tucked my key into my bra and headed toward the run-down bar.The neon sign above read “OM’S.” The letters were too faded to make out, even under the full moon, so I shifted into my wolf form. It was second nature at this point. My body remained human as I read the full name: Tommy’s."Get back to New York and bite Noah," my mom snapped. "The trials start next week. You know he can save your life, and—""And probably die trying," I cut her off, smoothing the frizz in my hot pink hair.I wasn’t sure what city I was in, but I knew it was in Maine. Thick forests stretched for miles, soothing the wolf in me.After checking into a sketchy motel, I was told the bar down the street had the best food, so I made my way over to satisfy my growling stomach.I was nauseous—not from the food, but because my hot pink hair marked me as an unmated ru
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