Eric
I had just gotten through the second round of a game of beer pong when it happened.
Over the sounds of raucous laughter and loud music, I picked up something else: a whisper. My name, echoing in the back of my mind like a cold gust of wind slipping through an open window on a hot summer’s day.
Eric.
The feeling caused me to freeze, my ping pong ball flying off course and hitting the opposite wall. The other team laughed and jeered at my blunder, but I hardly noticed them; all I noticed was the sudden, unmistakable, unignorable scent of my mate.
“Rowena is in trouble,” my wolf growled inside of me, raising his hackles on instinct. “We have to go to her.”
My feet were already moving.
Now that I hadn’t been taking that special serum since I had been placed in quarantine, my wolf
