The moment Markus heard Felicia’s voice on the phone, every instinct inside him snapped to high alert.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
He had spent years memorizing every shade of her voice—happiness, frustration, amusement, anger. And fear. This was fear. Not full panic yet, but close enough to send his wolf surging forward.
“Felicia?”
Celebration noise drifted through the speaker. Music. Voices. Then her breathing—uneven, shaky.
“I don’t feel right.”
Markus was already moving. His chair slammed backward. People stared. He didn’t care.
“Where are you?”
Her words came out slurred. Unfocused. Ice flooded his veins. By the time she told him the location, he was sprinting for his vehicle.
The drive was a blur. His knuckles whitened on the wheel. His wolf paced and snarled insid
