Chapter 10

Slightly winded but recovering fast, Logan loitered outside the brownstone he'd watched Adara enter. He'd almost lost her on her way over. How one petite woman managed to move so fast without running, he didn't know. But he had to take shortcuts to keep up.

Once she reached the shrink's office, he'd parked himself across the street and vowed to work on his cardio. A slip of a woman shouldn't outpace a werewolf.

Then again, Adara wasn't just any woman.

No one knew what she was. Her scent remained unique. However, the fact that she smelled good wasn't the reason he kept his eye on the window on the third floor. Its bright light framed a woman at its center. The doctor.