Ethan and Dixon looked at each other, in the middle of the darkness in front of that subway door the glow of the golden orbs of both of them was very intense giving to understand how close they were to their wildest and most primitive part that dictated them to save their mate.

Ethan put his hand on the old, damp, cracked wood. That dark, cramped place smelled really bad, almost preventing them from breathing, not to mention that there was no ventilation. They couldn't believe their she-wolf was there.

He closed his eyes and breathed in. He waited for a few seconds trying to feel the loop and it was there, throbbing hard. Clara was behind that door.

Clara sobbed, pressing her legs against her chest, trying to make herself smaller in a corner. She was in pain, terrified and alone again in the middle of that darkness. Only this time, since her eyes had recovered enough, she could make out the entrance and the roughness of the wall. Even so, the image was not pleasant, it only reminded h