Chapter 87

• In an instant, I saw red, unable to hear anything past the blood rushing in my ears. My ability gave me insight into the strong emotions of our wolves. They felt things just like we did, though their reactions could vary tremendously. I had never felt my own wolf's anger in this way. Perhaps I had felt it during the battle, but there was too much commotion for me to truly taste the emotion in its prime.
• I wasn't sure when I had stood up from my seat in front of the vanity, but I was horribly hot and itchy, my skin uncomfortable and much too tight. When the towel fell from my body, it did nothing to cool me down. I could see the twins' mom back out of the room, shutting the door quickly behind her. I didn't have the time or need to care. I was too busy connecting the dots in my head, the dots that would lead Zack Billford and his father to an early grave.
• Zack had made it fairly clear his father keeps white wolves for their abilities; whether or not that arrangement was morally sound was beyond me. His father was one of the wolves who would want to use me, or destroy me—whichever would benefit him more. There were too many red flags pointing in his direction, and this was the one to top the proverbial cake. He had been late—late when my mate and best friend had been taken. Now that I had something to go on, my wolf was whipped into a frenzy. If we weren't in human form, foam would be frothing from our mouths. I could feel my fingernails lengthen into claws, but I was consumed by the rage burning inside me.