I stumble into the room I woke up in. My wolf continues to howl, mate, and I fear Rory is waiting for me inside. Instead, an anxious Sam stands there, looking like he’s been searching for me in the bathroom. He smiles and walks towards me when he spots me by the door.
“There you are, Angel,” he says, as if nothing is wrong.
“No, no, no!”
I avoid his arms. I want to return to where I came from, but Special Agent Black blocks me. Finding no escape, I run around the bed to keep it between Sam and me.
“It cannot be!” I mutter in a too-loud voice.
My body shakes, and my head pounds with the blood rushing through me. My wolf howls in joy inside me and wants me to shift. I cannot let her loose; she will trap us both, blinded as she is.
“Yes, it can,” Sam answers me with a shaking voice. Is
