Ethan
“You’re going too slow,” Zev growls, his claws digging into my mind. “Should have run.”
“And let everyone between the airport and her house see us? I don’t think so,” I tell him, shaking my head. He’s been chattering and urging me to go faster since we touched down and got off the plane. His need to find our mate is more important than anything else right now.
“You two-legs are so slow.”
The grumpy tone makes me roll my eyes as I turn onto Fiona’s friend’s street. Her house is at the end, and as I pull up, I find my pathway blocked by news vans. Then I see it.
A crowd of people are circled up on Fiona’s friend’s front lawn. Flashes from cameras are bright against the setting sun, and only when I climb out of my car do I realize what’s happening. I watch it as if it’s slow mo
