I could hear Asher’s and his wolf’s thoughts as clearly in my head as if they were sitting next to me.
Mine. Mine. Return to me. Cynthia!
He was crazed, succumbed to his more instinctual wolf half. His feelings, more than even his words, beat into me like a battering ram. His desperation. His fear. His anger.
In wolf form, he kept pace behind the SUV. Then, on a straight piece of road, he moved faster, coming along beside the car.
“Don’t let him get in front of us,” the investigator snapped to the driver.
The driver swerved erratically to the left, nearly sideswiping Asher. Asher dodged away just in time, and the SUV sheered the front of a park bench instead.
Inside, I hadn’t had time to put on my seatbelt, so I flew to the side as the car. I wrapped my arms around my baby bump just
