DARIAN POV
I had the shortest shower in history. Five minutes, tops. Just enough to rinse off the sweat from shifting and running like a man possessed into my sister’s pack house. The soap barely foamed before I was out, water dripping down my back, heart still pounding. I toweled off like I had somewhere to be—because I did.
Sammy’s door.
Even scrubbed clean, my nerves weren’t. My wolf wasn’t either. Tangerine paced inside me, tail lashing, ears pinned, an unending stream of worry scratching at my skull.
We had made up our mind the second Antonio left us alone. We weren’t going to sleep, weren’t going to relax, weren’t going to sit around while our mate was locked behind some flimsy slab of wood. No. We were going to patrol.
Okay, not “patrol” patrol. Not standing stiff like one of t
