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wrist. Why couldn’t he let go?
    Why didn’t he want to?
    “The bed is yours,” she said, and twisted out of his hold.

Chapter Ten
    Just before four o’clock, when the mist rolled in to take over the city, Carter exited Starbucks, a steaming cup of house blend in hand. He slid into his Tahoe, then double-checked his cell before starting up the engine.
    Still no calls from Faith.
    He hadn’t talked to her in days. It seemed strange, even though they’d gone through the week without talking before.
    He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
    Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her?
    She consumed his thoughts. The way she’d looked in that green dress on Sunday night, the way it accented a figure he didn’t realize she had, the way she’d looked in wolf form—lethal yet graceful. The sound of her laughter, light and bubbly, still filled his ears.
    The radio on his dash chirped, reminding him that he was on duty tonight.
    “Suspicious subject harassing citizens in Seward Park. Caller reports seeing a wolf-man,” dispatch for the wolf pack rattled. “Enforcer Griffin and Enforcer Ramsey on call. Reroute to that location and capture subject before Seattle PD arrives.”
    Shit. There was a werewolf loose in the park. Carter had to find him and bring him in before any other non-shifters spotted him. And then he had to convince the witness that what he or she saw was a giant dog.
    “10-4.” Carter floored his Tahoe as he merged onto I-5 toward Bailey Peninsula. “En route.”
    Seward Park was a three-hundred-acre forest in the center of Seattle. Hiking trails, fish hatcheries, and lakefront beach access attracted loads of visitors each year. It wasn’t uncommon after the full moon for a werewolf to go berserk and try to find solace in the forest.
    Carter turned off the freeway and entered the park just before nightfall. There were a few cars in the first parking lot, but no one walking around. Rolling down his windows and turning off the radio, Carter patrolled around the park slowly, picking up all kinds of scents.
    None of them sent off the red flag of a werewolf.
    He passed a few non-shifters in hiking gear who nodded and continued walking by. If they’d seen a werewolf, they would’ve been running out of the park, not taking a leisurely sunset stroll.
    As he reached the end of the peninsula, a howl split the night.
    Swerving off the road, Carter put the Tahoe in park and hopped out. Softwoods and Douglas firs towered over him, creating hundreds of hiding spots for a werewolf lunatic to hide. He charged through the brush, but there was nothing to follow. No other sounds, no smells out of the ordinary for a forest filled with woodland creatures.
    “Come on, howl again,” he breathed, checking the Taser on his waistband. He was armed, but if he couldn’t find the wolf, he wouldn’t get the chance to use the weapon.
    A black Tahoe matching his own pulled behind him. Nate hopped out.
    “Seattle PD will be here in ten,” he spat, charging around the hood. “We’ve got no time.”
    “One option,” Carter said, scanning through the trees. “I’m shifting.”
    “Don’t.” Nate stormed through the brush, searching the canopies above their heads. “If someone sees you or Seattle PD arrives, they’ll think you’re the threat and I’ll have to ditch out. Not to mention the captain will have your ass in a sling.”
    “I know, but if this guy’s crazy, we can’t exactly leave him in the hands of the police.”
    “Our hands are tied.”
    “Yours might be, but mine aren’t,” Carter said, feeling tendrils of white-hot energy pulsing through his veins. “Shifting is the fastest way to search him out. If he’s a member of our pack, I’ll be able to hear his thoughts. I’ll find him that way.”
    Nate grumbled something about being a loose cannon, but didn’t continue arguing. Carter high-stepped over a log as the urge to shift sparked through him. He let the energy swirling inside him ball into a pit