Rory’s POV, 6 days before the first anniversary of Angel and Sam’s disappearance:
I wake up with a jolt, jumping out of bed and ready to attack. Where am I? The room is dark, but I’m not in danger, and my body is aching and tired, so I crawl back into bed.
Memories from the day before drift into my mind, and it dawns on me why I’m here. My wolf forced a shift yesterday and went on a rampage. What did I do? What’s left of my office? It’s most likely rubble by now. How could I lose my control? Simmering rage still buzzes through me, but it’s nothing like yesterday.
I feel out for my wolf. If he could, he would have bitten me; he is all feral. As my memory slowly seeps in, I’m not surprised. It’s unusual for a wolf to force a shift unless your mate dies. When Henry implied it yesterday, my
