Chapter 3

When I woke up the next morning, my entire body ached like I had been hit by a truck.

The space next to me was empty. I patted the sheets. Cold.

Typical.

Shifters really were the hit-and-run type.

We spent the entire night going crazy, and now he was completely MIA.

I clutched my lower back and slid out of bed. My legs buckled the second my feet touched the floor.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, I saw red marks painted all over my neck and collarbones.

There was even a distinct set of teeth marks right on my shoulder.