Please be okay, Fiona.
“She’ll be okay. We’re almost there,” my wolf announces.
We turn onto Fiona’s street, and my heart drops into my stomach. An orange inferno burns in the last house on the road. Fiona’s house.
No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
“If she’s in there…” my wolf trails off, stumbling at the sight before us.
I refuse to let him finish that sentence, so I shove my consciousness forward and take over, pushing myself to run faster than I’ve ever run. Somehow, there’s no one outside her house. It’s not that late, so someone should’ve noticed.
“Why has no one called the fire department?” I growl, a fear and fury like I’ve never felt before urges me forward. It takes all of one minute to dart down the street and run up to her door, lunging at it.
In midair, I shift
