Chapter 39

RHYS

Contrary to my belief, the rogue had been at the park that night, despite the cameras that were probably still hidden there, and the lack of a full moon.

But I still went back to the cafe and waited for Rae. I hadn’t even dared to look for the body.

Even the monster inside me had chosen our mate over a hunt. The scent of her arousal filled the cab of my truck; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I was the one playing with fire. I knew what touching her again would do to us, but I still followed her scent like a hungry puppy.

The rabid rogue had also made it to our car park. I’d smelled it the second Rea had opened her door.

And instead of going hunting, I followed Rae into the building.

Only to catch the scent in the lobby. On the fucking hobo lying on the floor.

Fuck. Why hadn’t I seen this coming?

The scent was faint and quickly dissipating, and the lobby filled with the hobo’s unique, horrible scent. Either the rabid wolf had tripped over him the way Rae had almost don