"Check all the gates. Ensure they are fully secured. Quickly!"
Seven nodded and dashed out.
Rodrigo stood still as his breath grew ragged, sweat forming at his temples. He glanced at the mirror once before turning back to the room, and then his legs stopped.
His eyes lifted.
Nina.
She'd left the room.
He turned and dashed out the door.
He sped through the hallway, his shoulder catching the wall as he turned the corner. The pack house had lost its mind around him — humans running in every direction, doors slamming, voices pitching high and breaking. He pushed past them without slowing. Outside the gates the city had already started, the screaming carrying over the walls, and he gritted his teeth and kept moving. It was the same every full moon. Lycans who hadn't mastered it went wild and came back with blood on their hands and nothing in their memory.
She needed to be inside.
