Chapter 17

The car ride from his place to Logan's took an eternity. During it, Titus drummed his fingers on the armrest, resisting the urge to yell at his driver to hurry. Speeding wouldn't get them there any quicker if the police pulled them over. And he couldn't exactly mesmerize his way out of it with today's technology. Law enforcement personnel logged everything these days to dot their I's and cross their T's.

The girl had Logan with her. She wouldn't come to any harm. Except that reassurance did nothing to stem the psychic screams plaguing Titus.

Why is she still in pain?

He'd hung up with Logan almost twenty minutes ago. Surely, he should have woken her by now. Calls to the wolf's phone went unanswered, and the wailing continued.