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Because I’m not at all ready for his response.

“I’m a wolf shifter. Everyone in this diner is,” he says. His gaze hardens, and it’s his next statement that has me nearly passing out.

“And I believe you’re one too.”

CHAPTER 10

Emery

I believe you’re one too.

This man…wolf…shifter.

Whatever he is, has obviously lost his mind. What he said to me in that diner bathroom makes absolutely no sense.

I would know if I were a wolf shifter, I think.

Yet, when I turn to him from the passenger seat of his truck to tell him as much, the words don’t come out. My attempt to tell him he’s mistaken, fails just like my previous five tries.

Clearly, it wouldn’t make any sense to tell him that I believe he’s completely and utterly wrong about who and what I am, when I did agree to get in his truck and leave with him.

Apparently, he’s not from Florida. He and his pack…he belongs to a pack!

They live in New Mexico.

I would’ve caught that if I simply looked at the license plate of his truck.

I swallow as I remember what he said that somehow convinced me to agree to go with him.

I won’t hurt you, Emery. I swear it on my life. But you’re not safe here. I believe whoever had something to do with your sister’s disappearance, sent those two wolves after you as well.

My sister’s disappearance.

The words bring tears to my eyes. Could those two wolves have known something about Ashley?

A chill runs down my spine and without thought, I glance over my shoulder toward the bed of Chance’s truck.

“He can’t hurt you.” Chance’s deep words startle me.

It takes a beat for me to realize he’s referring to the injured wolf he tied up and put in the bed of his truck. I’m not the only person Chance is taking back to his pack.

He said he needed more time to question this wolf once it shifts back to its human form. Yet, the dark look in his eyes when he said this had me wondering the exact manner of questioning he planned for this guy.

“What?” I push out before shaking my head. “Oh no. I wasn’t thinking that.”

I pivot my body so that I’m facing Chance fully, with my back slightly pressed against the passenger seat door.

“Do you think they did something to my sister?” I wave my hand vaguely in the direction of his truck bed.

Chance remains silent for too long. He glances at me and blinks.

“Do you?” I repeat.

The skin on his forehead wrinkles. “Do I what?”

It’s as if he didn’t even hear me. He must be concentrating intently on getting back to New Mexico.

I ask the question again.