I was seeing red in an instant, unable to hear anything past the blood rushing to my ears. My ability gave me insight into the strong emotions of our wolves. They felt things just like we did, though their reactions could vary tremendously. I had never felt my own wolfs anger in this way. Perhaps I had felt it during the battle, but there was too much commotion for me to truly taste the emotion in its prime.

I wasn’t sure when I had stood up from my seat in front of the vanity in the room, but I was horribly hot and itchy, my skin uncomfortable and much too tight. When the towel fell from my body, it did nothing to cool me down.

I could see the twin’s mom back out of the room, shutting the door quickly behind her. I didn’t have the time or need to care. I was too busy connecting the dots in my head, the dots that would lead Zayne Novak and his father to an early grave.

Zayne had made it fairly clear his father keeps white wolves for their abilities; whether or not