Chapter Seven

Chicago: November

Lauren tried to disappear into the passenger seat. She hadn’t realized how much of her confidence had been tied to having Toby beside her. She’d only known him a day and a half, and he’d changed her world, at least while he was still next to her.

Without him, all of her newly regained confidence had disappeared. Its mocking

absence only pointed out what a coward she really was. As if she needed reminding.

She glanced over at the man who was driving Malcom ’s rented SUV with casual ease through the light after-morning-rush-hour traffic on the slush-covered expressway as if he were a Chicago native, instead of a visitor from the wilds of Montana.

Toby’s father, Brian, looked for all the world like a college student, a computer geek or maybe an art major. Someone sensitive, gentle, and young, but she knew he was none of these things. He was the Marrok, the one all the Alphas answered to and no one dominated an Alpha werewolf by being sensitive and gentle.

He wasn’t yo