Elroy’s POV
The neon lights of the casino blurred together as my eyes finally broke open. I was alone in an empty casino, and Olivia was gone.
I was groggy and uncoordinated, barely thinking as I struggled to push myself standing. My neck hurt where they’d buried the needle in, and whatever they’d given me to knock me out was still making its way through me. Not a single part of that made it through the haze in my brain.
Later I’d claim the drug was at least partly to blame, weakening my consciousness and allowing my wolf to rise to the surface, but some part of me knew my actions wouldn’t have changed if I’d been clearheaded either.
I wasn’t thinking in words, just images, and the moment I saw the passageway standing open I was hurtling towards it. I could smell Olivia’s scent ling
