For a pup so small to be left alone in a crowded place, Jared could have been snatched by some rogue from a rival pack or worse, a syndicate of humans hunting wolf-blooded children and no one would have noticed until it was too late. My wolf howled at the thought, claws scratching at my chest, instincts screaming that someone had dared to threaten my bond.
Elliot drove swiftly, the city lights reflecting off the black car like silver energy under the full moon. Soon, we arrived at the amusement park parking lot. Only a few mortals wandered near the entrance, and Francis stood waiting, flanked by Erica and Naomi.
As soon as Erica realized that Jared had been found, her usual bravado faltered. Her eyes flickered with evasiveness, and she immediately denied any part in his disappearance. I could smell the deceit, the fear, the adrenaline of someone caught but not yet ready to admit guilt.
