Chapter 121 The Wolf

• Sage
• The rain had eased into a fine mist by the time I reached my car parked two blocks from the bar. I didn’t bother drying off. I just slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and peeled out onto the slick streets. The downtown branch was only a ten-minute drive if I pushed it. I pushed it.
• The city blurred past in streaks of red taillights and sodium yellow. My hands gripped the wheel hard enough to make the leather creak. Every red light felt like a personal insult. I drummed my fingers on the dash, wolf senses already sharpening, nostrils flaring even inside the car. I could smell the wet asphalt, the exhaust, and the faint copper of blood somewhere far off. And underneath it all, the ghost of Clarrisa’s perfume—something sharp and floral, like lilies left too long in a vase.