Chapter 49

• Gage paused and bent down to pick up a rock, then looked around the swampy area. Where was she? If she so much as had a scratch on her, someone was going to pay. With. Their. Life. Growling, he leaned back and whipped the rock across the boggy pond. The cracking as it smashed against a tree echoed through the silence.
• Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, praying the air would carry her scent.
• “Kelsey have Bengal coloring when she shifts?”